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soaps-mohawk · 6 months ago

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Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 23: Regrets

Summary: Depression: a common mental health condition characterized by a low mood or loss of pleasure or interest in activities for long periods of time.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Word Count: 9,940

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, angst, mental illness, depression, very heavy emotionally, angst, Johnny gets his feelings hurt (but only for a moment), angst, everyone is having big emotions, Bella Swan-esque sad montage, angst, kissing, slight suggestive content, angst

A/N: Did I completely rewrite part of this during the editing process? Yes. Are you going to thank me for that? Also yes. I'm trying something a bit different with this chapter, so let me know what you think. It probably won't be a regular thing, but I just thought I'd give it a test and this chapter was the perfect time to do that.

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They say you don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone.

They’re right. There’s a hole in your chest, an empty void. The squeaking of your shoes on the tiles sounds far away as you numbly walk back towards your room.

“Ye alright, kitten?” Johnny asks cautiously as you pause in front of your door long enough to turn the handle.

You turn to look up at him, his brows pinched and his eyes shining with concern. “He's gone.” Your voice cracks and shakes, breaking over the words like you're speaking the finality of the situation.

You are.

“I know.” Johnny reaches out, his fingers wrapping around your arm. “I wish there had been more warning, but this is usually how his solo assignments go.”

You swallow thickly. “He'll come back, right?”

Johnny grimaces. “Ye know I can't promise that. But, there's no one quite as capable in the field as him, except maybe Price.” Johnny squeezes your arm gently. “He’s been doing this for a long time, kitten. Have faith in that, and his skills.”

Johnny’s words do nothing to help the turmoil inside you, the fear and anxiety. One split second mistake, one wrong decision and you know it could be over. Everything could be over before it even started. Why didn’t you confront him sooner? Why didn’t you pick up on his true feelings, his emotions as quickly as he seemed to decipher yours? It’s not fair that they can be taken from you so easily and so quickly. There’s no room for argument, no room for any begging or pleading for them to stay. They have a job, and they’ll always choose that job over you.

“Ye gonna be alright?” Johnny asks, letting his hand fall from your arm as you push open your door, entering your room before closing it in immediately, clicking the lock into place. You lean against the door for a moment, biting your lip to try and stop the tears as you begin to shiver from the dampness of your clothes.

You leave your shoes in a pile next to the door before you pad silently to your bathroom, stripping off your clothes once you hit the tile. You’re shivering, a cold chill starting to seep into your very bones as you start the tub, letting it fill with water. The tears blur your vision, dripping into the steaming water as you sink into the bath. You can’t stop the tears as you sit there, not caring how hot the water is, not caring how it makes your skin feel like it’s on fire. You’ll take the pain, the discomfort. Anything to ease the pain that’s ripping your chest wide open.

It hurts, he won’t lie, when you close the door in his face. Well, it wasn’t entirely in his face. He was a foot away from the door, but it still causes a little ache in his chest, a little upset in his mind that you just cut him off like that. The click of the lock is like a finality, the gavel falling on your decision to distance yourself for now.

The rejection of his offer for comfort has his beta stirring uncomfortably in his mind. Tears fill his own eyes as he stares at the handle of your door, wishing he could reach out and grab it, fling it open and take you into his arms and hold you until you stop crying, until the pain of Simon’s sudden absence goes away.

“Come on.” John says quietly, wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “Give her some time.”

He lets John lead him away from your door and back towards the rec room. He shouldn’t be so hurt by your abrupt dismissal. You were quite obviously upset, upset enough to run out into the rain after Simon. He saw you race out the door, his stomach clenching in worry, but thankfully the rain had forced most inside. There was little threat to you, not with Simon there, but he had been worried you might not be able to catch him, that you might run blindly into the rain to try and find him.

He had spotted the tears trailing down your cheeks as you walked back to the barracks, mixing with the rain that soaked straight through you. He’s used to his alpha having to leave suddenly, the distance and the worry are second nature now thanks to their jobs, their lifestyles. You’ve never been through this before with him, though, and so soon after the two of you were finally beginning to give in. It’s like a curse. They begin to get close to you, and then suddenly they’re ripped away.

He almost feels guilty, like he’s responsible for your pain. If he hadn’t forced it, if he hadn’t put you both in that position, maybe you wouldn’t be so upset. He couldn’t have known, though, that Simon would be called away like that. It could happen at any time, they all know that. They always have to be ready, always have to be prepared to be called out. Even on leave they can’t guarantee there won’t be an emergency. It’s just the nature of their job.

It wouldn’t have bothered any of them before you.

“She didn't take it well, did she?” Kyle says as John guides Johnny to sit on the couch next to him.

“Christ, she's so upset.” Johnny says, leaning his head in his hands. “If I hadnae pushed them, then this wouldn't have happened.”

“You couldn't have known this was going to happen.” Kyle says, squishing Johnny between him and John to try and comfort the upset beta.

“We didn't even know until a couple of hours ago.” John says, draping his arm across the back of the couch.

“If she's this upset at one of us leaving...how upset was she when we all left?” Johnny says, his stomach churning at the thought. No wonder you were so shaken when they came back.

“The best thing we can do right now is leave her alone and let her do what she needs to do.” John says, pulling Johnny so he's resting against his chest. “She'll come out when she's ready.”

The afternoon comes and goes, the rain slowing to a light drizzle. You still haven’t left your room, sealed inside, secluded from them. Johnny casts the closed door a wistful look every time he walks down the hallway, half tempted to try the knob and see if it’s been unlocked, but he stops himself. The last thing you need is to be scared by someone trying to get in. John is right. You’ll come out when you’re ready.

John knocks on your door as they get ready to head to dinner, waiting a moment for some type of response. “We’re going to dinner, sweetheart.” He says through the door when there’s no answer to his knock. “Do you want us to bring you something?”

There’s a quiet noise from your room, some muffled response to John’s question.

“We’ll be back soon.” John says, somehow able to make out what it is you said. Or maybe his plan was to bring you something regardless of whether you agreed or not.

It feels strange, just the three of them walking to the mess. It’s not the first time they’ve gone just the three of them, but it feels different this time. It’s not Simon’s missing presence that weighs so heavily, it’s yours.

There’s a tenseness that’s settled over them as they sit at the table, avoiding eye contact with each other. Simon’s empty space at the table wouldn’t have felt so much like an empty chasm if you had been there to fill some of it.

They’re not sure what to do, the feeling similar to what they felt upon their return. They knew it would be bad, but they hadn’t expected you to be in shambles like you were. Their pack mate is hurting, their omega is hurting, and there’s nothing they can do. They don’t know what to do. Johnny wants to kick in your door, rush into your room and envelop you in a hug so tight you’ll complain that you can't breathe. He just wants to help you, but that’s not what you want, what you need right now.

He knows it’s his beta instincts, his need to comfort and soothe and support. If Kyle is feeling the same way, which Johnny knows he has to be, he’s hiding it well. Though, perhaps that’s just for his sake and John’s. He can’t even imagine what John is going through, knowing his omega is suffering in such a way.

All because Simon is gone.

How easily one missing piece could tear the pack apart. If something happened to one of them, or god forbid something happened to you, they might not be able to recover. They had always assumed their training would win out, that they could move past it in the way they would had there been nothing but the bonds of camaraderie between them.

How silly that idea had been.

It’s no secret death disrupts pack stability, shakes the bonds that tie a pack together. He remembers how his Grannie’s death had shaken his family for weeks and it had taken months to return to what could be considered normal after a partially expected death of a member of the pack. What kind of damage would an unexpected and sudden death do to a pack?

Johnny shakes the thought from his head. There was always a risk. They all knew that, they all agreed to that when they signed up. He knows Simon is highly skilled, well accustomed to working alone, to completing solo assignments successfully. The risk of something happening was always high, but he trusts Simon and puts faith in his skills.

John goes back through the line once they finish, making a tray for you and piling it high as usual. It always makes him happy to see how well cared for you really are. Despite the circumstances of you being added to their pack, he knows it could have been so much worse. There’s worse packs, worse alphas out there. At least with them, you’re an equal. You’re their precious omega, and they’d make anyone who threatened you regret that decision.

John is surprised the handle turns when he tries it. You’ve gotten up at least, but he’s not surprised to find you back in the same place you’ve likely been all day. He closes the door behind him before moving to your bed, setting the tray of food down on your nightstand. You squint as he flicks the lamp on, reaching up to rub your eyes. The bed dips as he sits on the edge, a quiet sigh leaving his lips.

“I know this is hard for you.” He says softly, brushing his fingers across your bare arm. Your skin is warm, likely from being burrowed under the blankets. “I can't even imagine what you're feeling right now.”

“He's gone.” You say quietly, your voice hoarse from crying.

“Just for a while.” He says. “He’ll be back.”

“But you can’t promise that.” You argue, pushing yourself up to sit. Your cheeks are still damp with tears, eyes red and lips still trembling.

“There’s always a risk,” He says softly. “But you have to trust Simon. He’s not going down without a fight.” He sighs quietly as your gaze drops to your hands, your fingers picking at the skin around your fingers. He slips his hand into yours, stopping you from continuing. “What’s eating you?”

“I should have told him.” You sniffle, your eyes on his hand as your fingers close around it. .

“Told him what?” He prods gently, curiously.

“That I love him.” You say, lifting your gaze to look at him. “I should have said it but I didn’t and now what if he doesn’t come back? I love all of you, and I don’t want you to leave, and I don’t want anything to happen to you.” The words end in a sob, tears sliding down your cheeks again.

Your words take him by surprise. It’s no secret how they feel about you, how their feelings have grown from curiosity to companionship to attraction and now to love. All of them have come to love you in their own ways, even Simon in his resistance wasn’t immune to his feelings, to their shared feelings towards you.

“Look at me.” He cups your face gently, his thumbs wiping the falling tears. “I wish things didn’t have to be this way, I wish they hadn't picked us to be first for this. It's not fair to you, it's not fair to put you through this. I wouldn't change having you as my omega, but forcing you to live like this, to be left behind with the worry over something none of us can control.” He shakes his head. “It was a selfish decision by those who created the initiative.”

“What...what happens if the initiative fails?” You ask softly.

“We’re not giving you up.” He says, holding your gaze. “We wouldn’t want to, and we wouldn’t let it happen. You’ve been part of this pack since the day you stepped foot on this base. We wouldn’t have let you go then, and we sure as hell won’t now.”

Your breathing is shaky as you stare at him, and he can see the wheels turning in your head, the hesitation as you debate whether you want to speak. He hates that you still feel this way, that you have to hide your thoughts from them out of fear or worry that they might be angered by them. He’s not sure there’s anything you could say that would anger him.

“Would you ever leave for me?” You speak the words slowly, hesitantly, like they might bite you if you're not careful.

He's not expecting it, though he has wondered if you'd ever ask it of them. If it might come to be too much and it leaves you no choice but to ask, to give them the ultimatum. He lets out a breath, all the answers he'd thought up in response gone as he sits face to face with you, as he faces this question out in the open for the first time. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you stare at him, taking his silence as second thoughts, as possible rejection.

“Please be honest with me.” You whisper shakily, a tear slipping down your cheek.

He watches its path as it slides down your cheek, pausing at the line of your jaw before it drips down onto your shirt. He lifts his gaze back to yours, the pain in them stabbing straight into his heart. He wants to say yes, that he'd leave in a heartbeat, give up what he'd worked his whole life to achieve, all for an omega. His omega.

He wouldn't be able to sleep at night, knowing the kind of evils that exist in the world, the kinds of threats that linger in the dark. The evils that may pose a threat to you and his pack. You’ll never be truly safe, not so long as there’s others who know of your existence. Very few of them he’d truly trust with the knowledge that you pose a threat to their efficiency as a team, a weakness that could be exploited.

What bloody fucking fools they were, leaving you alone like that.

“Part of me wants to say no,” He admits honestly, ignoring the flash of pain in your eyes. “But it would depend on the situation. If your life was ever in danger because of us, then without question. If the initiative fails, if we can't adjust, then we may have no other choice.”

“The job comes first.” You say quietly, sounding defeated.

“But there may come a time when it doesn't.” He says, trying to reassure you. “Don't worry about that too much right now.” He brushes a hand over your hair. “If a situation arises, then we'll talk about it further.”

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You lean into him, letting out a quiet breath. He pulls you against his chest, wrapping his arms around you tightly.

“I love you too.” He says, his lips brushing the top of your head. “And Simon knows how you feel.”

You shift in his arms, pulling back just slightly to stare up at him. Your brows are pinched as you stare at him. “What do you mean?”

“Simon is very good at reading people. Their scents, their emotions, their body language. Years of training paired with his own natural abilities.” He smiles softly at you. “He knows how you feel.”

“Oh,” You say, shrinking into yourself.

“He'll likely convince himself it's not true, knowing him and how he thinks. You'll have to tell him to make him believe it.” He pats your leg under the blankets. “Don't worry too much about him. He'll be back before you know it.” He pushes himself up to stand. “Eat your dinner. We'll be around if you need anything.”

“John?” You ask, stopping him before he can leave.

He turns back around to face you. “Yes?”

“Thank you.” You say. “For everything.”

A small smile pulls at his lips. “Of course.”

You're just stepping out of the bathroom when the knock sounds on your door. You had gotten up to rinse your face with cold water, your skin starting to feel tight and itchy after nearly an entire day of uncontrollable tears. You freeze at the sound of knuckles tapping on the wood, your heart leaping into your chest. Is it one of the guys coming to tell you bad news? Has something happened to Simon?

Or is he coming back already?

You’re half scared, half hopeful as you make the short journey across your room to the door. You feel like you’re moving in slow motion as your fingers close around the handle, slowly pulling it open.

Johnny is standing on the other side, his face a mix of worry and sadness. It doesn’t help the despair already starting to manifest in you. Something must have happened to Simon. Something’s gone wrong. He’s not coming back, or they’ll have to leave to help him.

“Ye doin’ alright, kitten?” Johnny asks, his brows furrowing as he stares at you.

“Yeah.” You can’t help but wince at the way your voice cracks around the word. You sniffle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve.

“I have somethin’ for ye.” He says, his hands fiddling with the fabric he’s holding. You hadn't noticed it before now. “I was gonnae do Simon’s laundry, but I thought ye might want this.”

It’s one of Simon’s shirts he’s holding out to you, one of the black standard cotton t-shirts he often sports. Your fingers tremble as you take it, bringing the fabric to your nose. You don’t care that it’s dirty, having likely been soaked in sweat at one point. You inhale deeply, nose pressed into the fabric. It smells of soap and deodorant and him. Tears well in your eyes as you take in the scent, almost as if you’re getting it directly from the source.

You’re moving before you realize it, your arms wrapping around Johnny’s middle. He seems almost surprised by your action, his body tensing for a second before it relaxes, his arms wrapping around you.

“Thank you.” You murmur against his chest, a couple tears slipping from your eyes. You’re so tired of crying, but you can’t stop.

“Yer welcome, kitten.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “Ye need anythin’...”

He leaves the other half unsaid, but you know what he means. You’re hesitant to pull away from him, wanting to just stand there and cling to him until Simon returns, but you know he’s busy. Eventually he’ll have to leave you too. You’re not sure you could handle watching him leave your nest, close your door behind him as he’s forced away to do his job.

Your door clicks as you shut it, holding Simon’s shirt to your chest. You’re tempted to wear it, to slip it over your head and bathe yourself in your scent, but you know if you do that, his scent will just fade faster and become overwhelmed by your own. The desire to bury yourself in it is strong, let his scent sink into your body and overwhelm your own.

Your eyes pass over the giant bear sitting in your desk chair before snapping back to look at it. An idea begins to form in your head as you set the shirt on your bed.

You grab the bear, hauling it to your bed and sitting it on the edge. You pull the shirt over its head, stretching the neckline slightly. The shirt is slightly baggy on the bear, but you don’t care as you maneuver it so it’s laying on the bed, trying to picture Simon in its place. It would be a tight squeeze, but then again it always is with any member of your pack. Their bodies don’t leave much space on the narrow mattresses by themselves, much less with you curled up with them. You can’t help the stirring in your chest, the yearning for more space, for a bed big enough to fit all of you at the same time. Big enough for Johnny to starfish himself comfortably, for you to escape the inescapable suffocating heat of their bodies that will build up inevitably.

Tears burn behind your eyes as you crawl onto the mattress, draping yourself across the giant bear. Simon’s scent wafts up around you as you press your face into the shirt, pretending it’s Simon you’re laying against. You can almost feel his arms wrap around you, holding onto you like you might disappear if he lets go. You squeeze your arms tighter around the bear, letting Simon’s scent seep into your mind and take away your fear and your worry and your pain for a little while.

It’s two days later when you finally leave your room. You’ve managed to stop the onslaught of tears, calming down enough to exist without being a weepy mess. There’s still an ache in your chest, though, the gaping hole that won’t close. A piece of you is missing, a piece you hadn’t even noticed was there until it was ripped out of you suddenly and violently. Your hug with Johnny had been the first time it had felt less intense, the aching abating just slightly.

They’ve just returned from their afternoon training, earlier than usual meaning they have some downtime before dinner. You can almost tell where he is before you leave your room, following the sounds of the TV. Your steps are slow and quiet, the cold tile biting into your bare feet as you approach the rec room.

He’s seated on the couch, spread out as usual. His eyes flicker to you as you hesitate in the doorway, tugging at the hem of the baggy shirt you’re wearing. You’ve long forgotten whose it is, the name on the tag worn off and all hints of scent erased by the many times you’ve worn and washed it. The thought tugs at the hole in your chest. Eventually Simon’s shirt won’t smell like him anymore, faded and rubbed away by time and your own scent.

“Hi kitten,” He says, breaking the silence between you.

You let out a shaky breath before entering the rec room, approaching him. You can tell he’s expecting you to sit next to him, to curl up against his side by the way he moves his arm, but instead you straddle his lap, all but throwing yourself against his chest. He grunts quietly in surprise, his arm instinctively wrapping around your back. You lay your head on his shoulder, going limp in his hold.

It doesn’t fix the hole, doesn’t remove the ache entirely, but you can feel it start to lessen as you sit there, getting as close to Simon as you possibly can through his beta. You wrap your arms around his neck, fingers twisting the fabric of his shirt. He wraps his other arm around you, holding you tightly as his scent begins to project around you. Nothing is said, but nothing has to be. He knows what you need, and he doesn’t even have to use his instincts to figure it out.

A week goes by without a word from Simon or even about him and how he’s doing. You return to your normal routine in a numb, almost dazed state. You follow the rest of your pack around like a lost puppy, going to meals and following them to training when John allows, withdrawing back to your room like a recluse when you can’t. You sit in the rec room with them in the evenings, but you feel far away, distant from them and reality. You stare at the TV, but all you can see are blurry moving shapes. You can’t even read, often finding yourself staring at the cover until the words mesh and blur into something else.

You never thought the distance could feel like this. You almost miss the fear of them all being gone. At least that had made you feel something.

You see Dr. Keller twice as usual, both appointments unproductive as you fight to force some kind of life into yourself to drown out the numbness that’s settled. You’re far away, distracted from everything. Even food tastes different, more mushy and flavorless than usual.

They’re worried about you. Even in your numb state you can tell that. John hovers closer, allowing you to follow them more than he probably should. It’s not like you’re paying much attention to what they’re doing, seated far away from anything that might put you at risk as you stare up at the sky, or off at the trees in the distance. Even when you’re inside, your gaze is far away, never quite focusing on anything.

Johnny and Kyle keep you close as much as they can, squishing you between them on the couch or when you walk to meals. They’re always touching you, holding your hands, brushing your skin, wrapping their arms around you. They’re trying to comfort you, and it works for a little bit, not even your numbness impervious to a beta’s soothing presence. They hold onto you like they’re trying to keep you grounded to the earth, like you might float off and disappear into space if they don’t.

You don’t sleep well, electing to sleep in your room every night. It’s a vast difference to what you had been doing, avoiding your room as much as possible. You’re seeking out the safety of your nest, a comfort only it can provide despite everything that’s happened. You feel bad for pushing them away, keeping them at a distance, but at the same time, you don’t care.

You just want Simon back.

“I’m worried.”

“I know. I’m surprised you didn’t come here sooner.”

He feels strange, sitting in Dr. Keller’s office alone. It’s not the first time he’s been here, spoken to her about you. After their return from their first assignment, he had sat with Dr. Keller and gone over everything that had happened during their absence, or at least as much as she could tell him. Anything you talked about was considered confidential, but at least she could tell him if there were any issues or incidents.

“She’s depressed.” Dr. Keller answers before he can even ask. “It’s not uncommon for omegas to become depressed after separation. Even when there’s necessary splitting of a pack into a satellite, there’s a risk for all omegas to develop depression because of it.”

He should have known. He’s seen it happen to soldiers, when the blood staining their hands grows to be too much and they begin to recluse in their own bodies, becoming empty shells of who they were before. You’ve become a shell, a body simply existing out of necessity.

“What can we do?” He asks, unable to keep the mask up, to hide his concern and fear.

“Not much more than you have been.” She says. “Keep supporting her, reminding her that you’re there. There’s an adjustment when a bond begins to weaken. Omegas are especially susceptible to it, and with how strongly connected and aware of her instincts and emotions she is, it’s going to affect her more.” Dr. Keller sighs, leaning her arms on her desk. “I don’t think anyone has ever taught her how to balance or even use those purebred instincts. Institutes are supposed to, but from what we know, they teach subservience over anything.”

John shifts in his seat. Of course no one would have cultivated those abilities. It would have made you too aware, made the risk of you being able to manipulate them too high. Your job was to serve them above all else, so why would those teaching you want to give you that ability? Those instincts would have made you a perfect omega, able to pick up on the slightest changes, the needs of your pack. Yet, if you became too aware of your own abilities, it would give you too much power over them. That’s the one thing institutes don’t want...an omega that knows how powerful they are.

“How do we teach her?” He asks.

“I can help her with balancing those instincts and emotions, but only someone who knows can really teach her how to be successful at using them.”

“Simon.” He says, the pieces beginning to come together.

“If he didn’t know how before, his military training would have cultivated those instincts. That’s why purebreds are so sought after by militaries. Of course, it’s a bit different for alphas and omegas, but you are two sides of the same coin.” Dr. Keller smiles. “She’s smart. She’ll begin to figure it out on her own once she’s aware she can do it. In the meantime, just keep doing what you’re doing. If there’s some way she can talk to him or get in contact with him, that may help alleviate some of the depression.”

He knows it won’t be likely, but if it will help you, he’s willing to take that risk. “I’ll see what I can do.”

He stands outside your door, staring at the knob. It’s late, his eyes burning from exhaustion. He’s stressed, not just from the day to day stressors of his job, but your obvious pain and discomfort has been affecting him. It’s affecting all of them. Kyle and Johnny’s times on the course have slowed, their aim is off, and he knows they’re not sleeping well either.

Even with you beginning to return to your normal routine, your distance from them has proven to affect them more than your presence. Even with you around them, your numbed, absent state has disrupted their abilities to function, to exist as a normal pack. He’s relayed the sudden change to Kate in an attempt to prove his decision not to leave you alone is the right one, and it will help his case should they decide to try and separate you from the pack.

He can’t think of a reason why they would now. The bonds are too strong. The separation of just one of them has proven to disrupt the bonds between all five of you. He can only imagine how Simon is feeling, being apart from everyone. It’s never bothered him before, but that had been before your presence. If Simon was incapable of fulfilling his duties and performing the task he had been assigned, they would have forced him out of the field and sent him back by now.

Perhaps your fears were right and Simon isn’t as in love as John thought he was.

He shakes the thought from his head. He’s seen the way Simon looks at you, the obvious change in his demeanor since your trip to town, the changes that have happened in your demeanor around him. Simon cares for you deeply, more than just as an alpha in your pack.

He tries the handle of your door, surprised again when it opens. He might have thought you’d start locking it at night again with how much you’ve regressed. Maybe this was your silent plea for help, for comfort, for something other than the emptiness inside you. He slips into the room, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light of your nightlight in the corner. He can’t see you except for your arm tossed around the giant bear. It’s wearing a black shirt, likely the one Johnny had given you. It was a good decision, offering you at least an extension of the missing alpha.

He approaches the bed quietly, not wanting to startle you. He doesn’t want to climb over you either, but he knows moving the bear will wake you. Perhaps you’re exhausted and sleeping hard enough he won’t disturb you.

He picks the lesser of two evils, lifting the bear. He curses silently when your body shoots up as soon as the bear slips from your grasp.

“No!” You shout, almost like an angry child having their toy taken away. It’s a desperate sound, a shocking one, ringing loud in the silence. You’re reaching for the bear, trying to tug it from his hands.

“Easy, easy.” He says, putting his hand on your arm, your movements slowing to a stop as his touch brings back to reality. “I’m just moving him.” He shifts the bear to your other side, your body rolling to follow it.

He climbs into the bed, barely managing to fit on the mattress. It’s a tight squeeze with the two of you and the bear, but he’ll manage it. He’s slept in tighter places. He slips an arm under you, the other reaching across you to settle on the bear.

“Tight squeeze with the three of us.” He says quietly, trying to ease some of the tension.

“Need bigger beds.” You murmur, voice slightly muffled from where your face is pressed against the bear.

He chuckles quietly. “I won’t argue with that. Perhaps someday.”

You shift slightly at his words, obviously not expecting him to continue your conversation from earlier this week. He normally tried to avoid thinking too far into the future. He doesn’t want to get his hopes up for something he might never get to have. Or, at least he used to feel that way.

Things have changed.

“I used to think this job would be all I did.” He continues, speaking almost to himself. “I’d never grow old enough to retire. Someday I’d die in the field and that was good enough for me. Then, of course, things changed. Had those three other muppets to worry about.” He slips his arm from the bear to wrap around your stomach. “Then another little muppet got added. Now I’m thinking about a nice little cottage by the sea, big enough for five, with a nice flower garden in the front. Just a short walk to the beach, where we can sit and watch the sun set.”

“White picket fence dreams.” You say quietly.

“Or at least the British equivalent of that.” He says, a smile tugging at his lips.

You shift slightly in his arms, pressing back against his chest as you turn as far as you can. “You mean it?”

“Of course.” He says, his thumb gently rubbing your stomach through your shirt. “Things have changed. Priorities have shifted, and not just for me.”

He presses his forehead against the side of your head, breathing in the soft scent of your strawberry body wash and the new vanilla scented shampoo Johnny had gotten you. There’s a faint hint of leather beneath your scent, the smell rubbing off from Simon’s shirt you dressed the bear in. He can almost imagine Simon in place of the bear, both of their arms tangling around you as they surround you and keep you safe from the outside world. Just a moment of peace in the hectic violence and chaos of their lives.

“John?” You say quietly, pulling him from the edge of sleep that had settled in his mind.

He hums quietly in response, forcing himself back to consciousness again.

There’s a moment’s pause, a second of silence, and for a moment he wonders if you’re going to speak at all. “Don’t let go.” You finally say, your voice quiet and broken in the silence.

“Never.” He says, tightening his hold around you.

John's phone ringing drags you from the light sleep you had managed to slip into. It hasn't been long since you drifted off you think, but then again, it's hard to tell. It's still dark out, and you're still in the same position. John lets go of you to reach for his phone on your nightstand barely managing to grab it at the awkward angle he’s at.

His voice is rough with sleep as he answers. “Hello?”

It's quiet for a moment. You can't hear much aside from a male voice on the other side. You can't tell who it is or what they're saying.

“Good to hear.” He says, slipping into the Captain again.

Something stirs in your stomach as you try to listen, try to catch who it is. Just one word, just one hint.

“I'm sure.” There’s another pause, this one feeling like a lifetime. “I have someone here next to me that would like to talk to you too.”

You nearly elbow John in the stomach in your frantic attempt to turn over. You yank the offered phone from his hand as you lean the top half of your body on his stomach. “Hello?” Your voice wavers as you say it, the emotions beginning to stir within you again.

There's a second delay before you hear it. “Hello, love.”

You nearly cry at finally hearing his voice again, the pet name causing a fluttering in your stomach. You've never heard him call you that before. “I missed you.” You finally say, managing to get the words out.

“That's what I'm hearing.” He says, and you can imagine the lifting of his cheeks under the mask, the slight crinkle of his eyes as he smiles.

“When will you be back?” You ask.

“Soon. Won't be much longer.” He says.

“Be careful.” You say, your breathing shaky. “You better not come back hurt.” You're not sure you could handle it if he came back on a stretcher, or even with a single bandaid.

“Yes ma'am.” He says seriously, but you can hear the humor in his tone. “I'll try my best.”

“Good.” You say, wanting to lay there, to listen to him breathing for a while, just so that you know he’s really there, he’s really alright. You know you can’t though, your fingers shaking as you pass the phone back to John.

He speaks to Simon for a couple more minutes while you lay across his stomach, listening to the rumble of his voice in your ear. Relief is flooding through you after hearing Simon's voice. He's really alright, he's fine, he's coming home.

“You alright, sweetheart?” John asks after hanging up, his hand coming to rest on your back.

A thousand words want to come out of your mouth, but you can't get them up past the lump in your throat. “He called me love.” You finally say, replaying the pet name over and over in your head.

“Did he?” John asks, and you can picture the way his lips turn up in a smile.

“He's never called me that before.” You say.

“Well then I'm sure he meant it.” John says.

You sure hope so.

It's a week later when you get to stand on the tarmac again, waiting for a plane to land. It's early, the sky clear and the sun just starting to rise over the trees, casting everything in a golden light. It’s so vastly different from how the world had looked when he left, the weather seeming to convey your inner feelings. The rain and darkness a perfect symbol of the dread and pain of him leaving. Now that he’s returning the sun is out and the sky is clear, conveying your relief. You’re beginning to feel again, the ache in your chest beginning to lessen. It’s the most alive you’ve felt since he left.

You're in a dress today, the yellow sundress that Johnny had bought you. You wonder if he’d done it on purpose, perhaps knowing something you don’t. Despite the sun rising, there’s still a chill in the air, and you had quickly stolen his sweatshirt to cover your bare shoulders.

You squeeze John's hand as the plane comes in to land, watching it approach in eager anticipation. You're going to hug him tightly, throw your arms around him and refuse to let go until you have no choice. You're going to give him the greeting he deserved weeks ago when they all came back.

He's like a magnet, halfway down the ramp when you start approaching, moving without even thinking. He's in his full mask, the one with the half skull sewed to it. He looks dangerous and deadly, the true visage of a Ghost, but you approach without fear, without hesitation. Underneath all of it you know there’s Simon, the man you’ve quickly fallen in love with.

You're ready to hug him, to feel him again, to wrap yourself around him like you could sink right into his body.

You're not prepared for what he does next.

One of his hands reaches up, the fabric of his gloves rough on your skin as he grips your chin, his thumb on one side, digging into your jaw, the other four fingers on the other side holding your head still. His other hand pulls his mask up over his mouth, giving you a glimpse of his stubble and chapped lips.

You don't get to look long as he leans down, pressing his lips to yours.

It's like time freezes as he kisses you, your skin erupting in goosebumps, and it's not from the cold air. You weren't expecting this, your brain trying to catch up, to process that this is really happening, that this is real.

He tilts your head to the side, deepening the kiss as he leans closer into you. Your hands reach up, closing around the sleeves of his jacket. He's real, he's really here, and he's kissing you.

The moment likely doesn't last more than 30 seconds, but it feels like forever as his lips move against yours. It might be cliche to say fireworks are going off, but that may have just been the engines of the plane shutting down.

He finally pulls away from you, his hand still gripping your jaw. You could melt into a puddle right there, his eyes speaking volumes of what's going on in his head. He's done a lot of thinking in his time away. You wonder how many thoughts you've shared over the last two weeks.

“Should have done that before I left.” He says, his voice rough, but just as you remember.

Tears prick behind your eyes as you stare up at him. His fingers are digging into your jaw, but you don’t care. He’s here, he’s back, he’s safe, and he just kissed you like you’d wanted to before he left.

“I wish you had.” You say, as he slowly releases your jaw, his hand brushing your throat before it drops to his side. You let out a shaky breath before throwing your arms around him, holding onto him tightly.

“What are you doing?” He says, taking you back all those weeks ago to when you hugged him the first time. There’s no confusion in his tone now though, instead there’s an amused lilt to it.

“Giving you the hug you deserve so you don't get mad at me.” You say, your voice slightly muffled from your face being squished against his chest.

“You think I'd get mad about not getting a hug after kissing you?” He asks, patting your back.

“Just making sure.” You say, his chuckle reverberating in your ear.

You don’t release him as he begins to walk to where the others are, keeping your arms wrapped around him tightly. He greets the others, Johnny squishing you between them as he hugs his alpha. You don't care as Ghost's armor digs into your body, it's just a reminder that this is real. He's really here. This isn’t a dream.

He's really back.

You sit between Simon and Johnny in the back seat of the car. It's a tight squeeze between the two, but you don't care one bit. Johnny's hand rests on your thigh as John drives back to the barracks. Perhaps you’re still reeling a bit from the kiss, or perhaps it’s Simon’s scent, but you want to push Johnny’s hand higher, hike up your dress and hope Simon gets a peek at what's waiting underneath. You won’t though. You want him to be comfortable. You want your first moments of intimacy to be just the two of you, something special.

Dread begins to fill you again as the car rolls to a stop outside the barracks. You know what to expect now, having gone through it once before. He’s not truly back, he still has to leave you again. At least this time, you have the others.

“I'll see you soon.” Simon says, squeezing your arm.

“Hurry back?” You stare up at him.

“As fast as I can.” He says, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

You're tempted to kiss him again, but you don't want to push his boundaries. Sure, he had kissed you, but it could have been a fluke, a one time thing born out of desire and time spent apart.

You won't care if he never kisses you again. At least you know what it feels like.

Thankfully he makes the decision for you as he turns his body slightly towards you, as much as he can in the tight space. He lifts the bottom of his mask, leaning down to kiss you again. You purr against his lips, your scent exploding in the car like a smoke bomb.

Johnny lets out an extensive curse as he fumbles for the door handle, forcing it open in an attempt to escape the sudden onslaught. Kyle is quick to follow, allowing more air in to disperse the intensity of your scent in the confined space. John rolls his window down, lighting a cigar, trying to do anything to keep your scent from going straight to his head.

You feel giddy and almost proud as Simon places one last soft peck against your lips. You don’t want to let him go, but you know you have to. He’s not quite yours yet. He still has more of his job to do before then.

Always the job first.

Your lips are still tingling as you walk into the barracks, your heart still fluttering in your chest. Johnny is staring at you, almost walking sideways. You glance at him out of the corner of your eye, your face warming.

“What?” You ask, finally looking at him. He’s wearing that stupid, smug grin on his face again.

“Been a long time since I've seen him like that” He says, squeezing your arm gently. “Not since his first romp with Kyle.”

You turn to look at the other beta behind you who simply shrugs. “What can I say? No one's immune to my charm.” He gives you a dazzling smile. He’s not wrong, his smile causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach.

“Cannae wait to see him glowin’ after his first taste of our sweet omega.” Johnny says, backing you against the wall.

“Yeah, well, you might be waiting forever for that.” You say, stopping his approach with a hand on his chest.

He tilts his head at you, his brows furrowing. “What do ye mean, kitten?”

“I'm not even sure he's going to want that, much less if he'll do it.” You shrug. The thought has been going through your mind despite the kiss in the car. Though he’s kissed you twice, that’s a big leap to make, a leap you might never make.

Johnny snorts at your response. “Kitten, he's been holdin’ himself back for weeks. He's just worried he may...be too much for ye.”

You give Johnny a look. “I can handle you, can't I?”

Johnny grins. “Aye, but this is...different. He's not gonnae make the first move. If ye want it,” He leans in closer. “Yer gonnae have to do it yourself.”

“Well,” You slip under his arm, nearly making him faceplant on the wall. “Then I best save my stamina for him, then.”

Kyle laughs, patting Johnny's back. “Set yourself up for that one, mate.”

You peel off Johnny's sweatshirt, adjusting the top of your dress before tossing his sweatshirt to him. “I'll see you both later.” You give them a smirk before turning on your toes, heading back to your room.

Johnny curses quietly behind you, and you just know his eyes are glued to your ass.

Johnny’s words replay over and over in your head as you go through your day as usual. Simon had returned to the barracks, going straight to his room to shower. You had been tempted to step into the hallway, to wait for him, but you know he’s not free yet. He still has paperwork to do, which you know from experience that could take a long time.

Thankfully, that gives you plenty of time to think about what you’re going to do. You're going to have to make the first move, but what if you move too fast? How do you even broach the subject?

“Hey Simon, welcome back. Would you like to rearrange my guts?”

“I cried the whole time you were gone, would you like to make me cry for a different reason?”

“Bend me over and fuck me like a real alpha.”

You facepalm at your own thoughts. You could just slowly initiate it. Start with touches, getting closer, more kisses. Leave yourself open to him in hopes he gets the message, that he pushes past that boundary and finally fucks you like he wants to.

Heat blooms in your stomach, sinking between your legs. You're all worked up and he’s only kissed you twice. Johnny’s words don’t help the fantasies in your mind. He’s scared you won’t be able to handle him. A shiver runs down your spine at the thought. He’s a big man. You know, you’ve felt it before. It’s hard not to, with some of the positions he’s put you in during your training, nothing but those grey sweatpants and his underwear as a barrier.

You wonder how he'll do it. Bend you over so you won't see his face? Keep the mask on and put you on your back so you can hold eye contact with him? Or will he finally take the mask off, finally let you see his face?

You assume the others have seen it, so when will it be your turn?

It’s not until after dinner when you hear footsteps down the hall. Johnny had gotten food for Simon who was still deep in his paperwork when you left for the mess. Despite his absence at the table still, it had felt less gaping, less like a black hole threatening to suck you all in. He’s back, he’s here. Soon he’ll fill that empty space again.

You try to stop yourself from running out of your room when the steps get closer. You’re not even sure it’s him. You don’t want to disappoint the others if you leave your room so excitedly in the hopes that they’re Simon. So instead, you stay seated on the edge of your bed, staring at your unlocked door. You want him to open it, to step into your room, but you know he won’t. He’s never been in your room. The furthest he’s entered is your doorway.

You’ll have to make the first move.

Your stomach nearly leaps out of your body as the boots stop in front of your door. You hold your breath in anticipation, too scared to move, too scared to throw open the door and risk your excitement being too much. You might push him away in your eagerness, but you’re not sure you can hide it much longer. You’d let him bend you over with the door open, hell, you’d let him take you in the hallway.

One step at a time. One step at a time.

You repeat it over and over in your head as you push yourself off your bed, moving to the door. He’s not going to knock, he’s going to wait for you to open it, for you to remove that barrier between you. He’s giving you the chance to change your mind, to go back, to call the two kisses enough and draw the line where you want it.

The doorknob is cold in your sweaty hand as you grasp it, turning it slowly. The gavel is falling, the slow opening of the door marks the finality, the crumbling of the final barrier. There’s no going back. The bond is too strong, the line has been removed completely.

You stare up at Simon as the door swings as far as it will open. His eye black is gone, washed off in the shower revealing the pale skin underneath. He smells good, cleaner than he had on the tarmac. You can smell it despite the space between you. Under the smell of his generic soap you can pick up his natural scent. Leather and eucalyptus and the musk of alpha. You want to drown yourself in it, rub it all over your skin until your own scent is gone.

“Hi.” You say, goosebumps forming across your skin from the intensity of his gaze. You’d forgotten how sharp it is, how easily he can peel away your layers as he stares at you.

“Hi.” He says, his voice rumbling deep in his chest. You’d forgotten how deep it really is, the roughness around the edges harsher than usual, but you expected that. They had all been a bit hoarse after returning from their group deployment.

You continue to stare at him, lost in his earthy gaze. The hole in your chest has lessened to almost nothing, slowly the bond repairing itself just from the knowledge he's here, he’s standing in front of you. He’s real.

You clear your throat, smoothing your hands over your dress. His eyes drop, following the movement. “I thought you'd want to rest.” It's the first thing you can think of to say, speechless in his presence. He must be tired.

“I slept on the plane.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, but surely a real bed is a relief.” You say. You’d half expected him to retreat to his room, seeking out a comfortable bed. They’re not all that comfortable, but compared to what he probably was sleeping on these last couple weeks, it must feel like heaven.

“Probably is.” He says, his gaze shifting back to your face.

You sink your teeth into your lip as you stare up at him. You’re testing the waters, pushing into new territory as the last walls of the barrier crumble around you. “You could go rest.” You say, shifting on your feet, giving him the option to turn away, to change his mind. “I’m sure you missed your bed.”

He’s still as a statue as he looms in your doorway, his frame filling it easily, making you feel small. “I'd rather relax in yours.”

Your face warms at his words, not expecting him to say that. The warmth pooling in your stomach intensifies, your heart fluttering in your chest. You’re not sure what happened during his assignment, what caused such a drastic change. You want to know what went through his head, what he was thinking about. Did he picture you at night when he got a moment to rest? Was he imagining you there with him, curled up against him? Or was he picturing you in other positions?

You might never know, just another secret hidden between you.

A shudder runs through him. You can see it, the slight twitch in his body, his hands closing into fists. He’s responding to you, to your scent. Such power you could hold over him if you were brave enough to try.

Such power he could hold over you, if he wanted to.

“You could come in.” You say, taking half a step back in invitation.

He doesn’t move, still frozen there like a statue. You wonder how he stays so still, but that was probably part of his training. Be as steady as possible while shooting, how to be invisible even in broad daylight. “You're sure?” He finally rumbles out, his foot shifting just a centimeter, but you catch it.

You shrug. “Why not? You are part of this pack. You could have entered sooner, if you wanted to. I wouldn’t have minded.”

He hesitates for just a second before moving his foot from the tile and into your room. He pauses there for a moment, watching you, waiting for a reaction. It’s your turn to stay still, staring up at him as he makes the slow transition into your room, venturing into your sacred space, a place he’s never been in before.

He moves the other foot, taking the first step over that line, pushing himself past that barrier, leaving it crumbling behind him.

There’s no going back.

Something shifts inside you as he enters your room, a weight you hadn’t even realized was there lifting off your shoulders. The hole in your chest is gone, the missing piece back in place. All the tumultuous emotions, all the stress and the fear and the anguish is gone. Your room is safe again, complete again with him in it. Tears prick at your eyes as relief floods through you. No one is getting in, no one can get in now, not with him here. You want to hug him, to kiss him again, drag him onto the bed and make him hold you for a while.

You don’t. You stay still as he takes in your space, his eyes scanning your belongings and your decorations. He’s never truly seen it in the light. The only time he’d stared into it was that morning when you thought maybe someone had broken in, when your fear had fucked with your emotions enough to think they’d truly let someone enter without their knowledge.

How silly that thought had been.

His eyes move to your bed, landing on the giant bear wearing his black shirt. Your teeth sink into your lip as you stare at it as well, suddenly thinking you should have removed the shirt, shoving it into your laundry and moving the bear back to your desk. Yet, you want him to see it, want him to see that you tried to comfort yourself in his absence, tried to make a placeholder for him. You won’t need it now, though. Not with the real thing standing in your space.

He shakes his head as he stares at it, rolling his eyes as he lets out a sigh. “Fucking hell.”

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months ago

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 14)

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

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When Y/N was younger, she imagined a great many things. She imagined marrying Jacob in a white poofy gown and chowing down on a big cake, while their friends and family cheered.

She imagined how sweet it would be when they finally decided to have a child. A perfect mix of her and the most wonderful person she’s ever known. Long dark hair, chocolate brown eyes and blinding smiles.

She imagined it would take hours or days to bring their child into the world, but she always knew it would be worth it. For this moment.

Carlisle places the tiny russet colored wolf on her chest, covered in blood, which can only be Jacob’s and a silver liquid she assumes to be her venom.

Jacob rubs at the little wolf’s back while they whimper, shivering in Y/N’s arms.

“Shhh, you’re ok.” Y/N whispers, as Carlisle carefully replaces the pieces of her he’d chipped away to deliver their child. She glances up at Jacob, “they’re ok, right?”

Jacob passes a hand over her hair. “Babies cry, honey.”

Y/N nods, wrapping the knitted blanket tighter around their child.

“How are you holding up?” Carlisle asks, still tending to her…wounds.

“I think I’m ok.”

“You’ve done remarkably.”

“Thank you,” Y/N stares up at the ceiling.

“All set.” Carlisle pats Y/N’s knee. “You can sit up.”

Jacob takes the baby, rocking gently as the wolf shifts into a perfect baby boy.

Y/N stands, pushing her dress down to cover herself.

“I’m going to share the good news.” Carlisle excuses himself.

Y/N feels different, though her physical body has not changed.

“Shh,” Jacob hushes their son as he begins to fuss. “There’s mommy.”

The baby is silent then, his wide, dark eyes settle on his mother.

Jacob attempts to hand him over.

“No,” Y/N stops him. “I don’t want to make him phase.”

Jacob’s face falls, “he’s our son.”

“I know,” that’s why she has to protect him, even from herself.

“You’re not gonna hold him?”

“I want to.” Every cell in her body is screaming for him.

“This is going to take some getting used to for all of us. He might phase, but he’ll learn to control it. Just like I did.” Jacob murmurs.

A little fist reaches out from the blanket and the baby begins to cry.

“He wants you.” Jacob hears the thought so loudly in his head.

“Really?” Y/N leans in.

Jacob nods, easing the infant into her arms.

Y/N stares down at her baby, still human and watching her with unblinking eyes. Like he knows her. “He looks like you,” Y/N strokes the baby’s hair. “Both ways.”

Jacob laughs. “Yeah.”

“Sorry I freaked out; but I hate to think I’m the reason he’s afraid or uncomfortable. I’m supposed to be the one who makes him feel safe. I know it’s not personal and it’s not anyone’s fault…I just feel bad.”

Jacob puts his arms around them, around his entire world. “The fact you’re beating yourself up about it proves that you’re actually insufferable.”

“We knew that.” Y/N scoffs, kissing the little hand wrapped around her index finger.

“But it also means you’re a great mom.” Jacob grins, “and I love you.”

“I love you too.” She rests her head against his shoulder.

“So how are you feeling?” Jacob asks, “are we one and done? Or are we having a few more?”

“A few?” Y/N arches a brow, “how many do you want?”

“One more.” Jacob suggests.

“I could do one more.”

The door of Carlisle’s office opens and Renesmee comes bouncing in. “Aunt Y/N! Uncle Jacob!”

“Renesmee, wait.” Bella protests, “hold on a minute.”

“I just want to see the baby,” Renesmee explains.

“Sorry guys,” Bella smiles, “she couldn’t wait.”

“It’s ok, Ness.” Jacob waves her over, “you can say hi.”

“This is your cousin,” Y/N dips the blanket down for the little girl to see. “Rowan.”

Renesmee glances back at Bella. “He’s so little, mommy.”

Bella smiles at her nephew, “he looks just like you, Jake.”

“That’s what she said.”

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Rowan finds his place in their large, unconventional, family better than anyone expected.

The Cullens love kids, babies, weddings and birthdays. All the human experiences they were robbed of.

The pack welcomes Rowan with open arms, making room for the tiny wolf in their ranks. Showing him love and understanding, most importantly, teaching him to embrace who he is. Turning into a wolf is only weird if you make it weird, after all.

Rowan grows fast, but not as fast as Renesmee who looks to be about six years old at only twelve months.

They are still looking for answers in regards to Renesmee’s rapid aging, but tonight they are at the Cullen’s. Even Billy has joined them, listening to Edward teach Renesmee to play piano.

Rowan pulls himself up, standing beside the couch, leaning on it to stay upright. “Dada.”

Jacob smiles, wide enough to split his face. “Hi,” he takes him into his lap.

“Looks like he’s getting ready to walk there, Jacob.” Charlie says.

“You think?”

“He’s never done it on two legs before.” Y/N passes a hand over Rowan’s baby curls.

“Today might be the day.” Billy grins, “put him down, let’s see if he’ll walk to grandpa.” He extends his arms.

Rowan giggles, opening and closing his chubby fist in Billy’s direction.

“What do you think, buddy?” Jacob whispers to his son, “you wanna walk?”

“Mama,” the little boy says, instead, crawling off Jacob onto her.

Y/N hugs him to her, “I love you, sweet boy.”

“Mama.” He clings to her, bouncing with his little legs.

“Maybe next time, Billy.” Charlie claps his shoulder. “Looks like he’s setting up shop.”

“Boy loves his mama.” Jacob’s father nods, “Jake was the same way with his mom.”

Jacob swallows hard, looking to his wife, who he hasn’t officially married. He’ll never let anything bad happen to her. Never again.

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Y/N is hovering over at foot of their bed when Jacob wakes. “Good morning.”

“Morning, beautiful.” Jacob shoots her a lopsided grin. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“Bella wants to take Ren out to play in the snow. I was thinking we’d tag along.”

“That sounds like fun. Do you mind if I dip out early with Rowan? I promised to bring him down to the rez today.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Y/N smiles.

“Cool.” Jacob returns the gesture. She makes his heart flutter in his chest, even after all these years.

Y/N comes around to his side of the bed, tracing her finger along the slope of his nose. “There is one thing I’d like to do today.”

“What?” Jacob thinks he knows, but he loves hearing her say it.

“You.”

Jacob laughs, pulling her down onto the mattress. They wrestle around playfully, landing on the floor with her pinned beneath him.

“Shhh,” Y/N hushes him. “My dad’s gonna hear us.”

“I really hate to tell you this,” Jacob drags his thumb across her cheekbone. “But I think he knows.”

“No,” Y/N shakes her head, “he thinks Rowan was like…immaculately conceived or something. I’d like to keep it that way.”

“Whatever helps you not sleep at night, honey.” Jake chuckles.

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crazyk-imagine · 11 months ago

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Misunderstandings and New Found Love

Pairing: Paul Lahote x Hybrid!reader

Characters: Sam Uley, Hybrid!reader, Emily Young, Edward Cullen, Rosalie Hale, Esme Cullen, Carlisle Cullen, Victoria, Jared Cameron, Paul Lahote, Leah Clearwater, Seth Clearwater, Jacob Black, Embry Call, Quil Ateara V, Bella Swan (briefly mentioned)

Warnings: The science in here makes total sense, angst, fluff, happy ending, the ending might be quick but there's time skips people, characters might be ooc but idc, twilight tings, Sam and Emily being iconic, cursing, reader uses last name when they're mad, Jared's the comedic relief, Paul and reader have a past

Word Count: 4,800

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You look up, ready to help the most recent customer who walked in; only to find the one person you didn’t. You hold back the urge to roll your eyes. “How can I help you, sir?”

“I’m not here to ask.”

“Then why are you here,” you hiss at him.

"I'm just... checking on you.”

“Checking on me? Did you check on me when my dad died or when my mom left and died in the accident because as I recall, Uley, you didn’t. So, I’m going to kindly ask that you get whatever you need and leave.”

“Have we really come to this?”

“Yes,” you nod, grabbing the next order and setting it in front of one of your regulars before walking back to him. “Ever since you all… changed, things have been tense."

"Why are you here?”

“You know why.”

“No one-"

“You have no idea what anyone thinks or the looks they give me.” You take a deep breath, trying not to let him know how much it affects you. “I just- I want it to stop. I’m tired of them all staring at me like I’m a monster. As if this isn’t enough,” you mumble the last part under your breath.

His shoulders sag, not realizing anything that’s going on in your life. “You should come by the res tomorrow.”

Before you can try and argue with him as he rearranges the bags so he can have a better grip on them.

“No one but Em and I will be there.”

“They’re going to know I was there.”

“They won’t know it was you specifically and besides, I’m their alpha.”

“Way to use your title for your own gain.”

“It got you to smile. Thanks for the food.”

You shake your head, knowing it’s a bad idea even though you’re sitting in their makeshift driveway.

Sam’s warmth emanates through the door. “You coming in?”

“You gonna put on a shirt.”

“I will if you come in.”

“That sounds like blackmail.”

“Just-”

“Sam, quit standing in front of her door. She can’t get out if you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, Sam.”

He narrows his eyes and steps back. “You really want to make fun of the alpha?”

“Yeah, I really do.”

“Alright, you two.”

You snicker when the man beside you lowers his head, looking like a sad puppy.

“It’s nice to see you again. How are you?”

You shrug, officially feeling more awkward than ever.

“You can talk to us, you know. We always cared about you.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Emily. But I don’t think anyone in town would agree with you.”

“Good thing I’m not like everyone else.”

You lower your head as the scent of one of her infamous muffins hits your sensitive nose.

“I’m sure you’re hungry after being up for a while.”

You shrug.

“So, what brings you here?”

“Your heater came into the diner, again and basically begged me to come over.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You’re one to talk.”

“Why do you think I’m in layers?”

“A sign of self-torture.”

“Sam-”

“I can’t pretend that they’re not hiding themselves from the world after everything that’s happened.”

“Thanks for never changing and I’ll take that as my cue to leave.” You move to get off the stool.

“No, you’re not. Sam, stop bringing up things they’re not ready to talk about.”

“Fine.”

She hands you a mug of hot cocoa, knowing it’s your favorite to have around the holidays.

“What… do you guys know?” You tap the rim of the mug, watching the steam disappear.

“Only that you shifted,” he answers after the couple share a look with one another.

“Everyone thinks I shifted in the car, right?”

“Not everyone.”

“What do you think happened?” You ask, lifting your head.

"A cold one was nearby.”

You nod, “yeah. She,” you shake your head, feeling your body start to shake.

"You don’t have to talk about it.”

You give her a soft smile.

“She decided to leave because it was too much and left me a note, not even bothering to apologize and it- it pissed me off. I shifted and then ran after her, only to find one of them going after her and… took care of it.”

“You weren’t in the car?”

You shake your head, wiping your cheeks. "No."

"Why does everyone think you were?”

“I pulled her out and-” You cover your face.

“Do you remember who it was?”

“It was some redhead, I think. She definitely wasn’t happy with me.”

“What do you mean?”

You shrug, not wanting to worry them.

After talking for a few hours, you know it’s time to leave.

“What? No," Emily whines.

"Em, they don’t like me, and I’d rather not be glared at while you try and take care of everyone.”

“I still don’t want you to leave.”

“I do.” You grab your stuff and grab your bag before pausing. “Thank you for listening.”

“Always,” the woman smiles. “We’ll see you again, okay.”

You kept in touch but didn’t go back to their home for a while, not until you were dragged back by Sam but we’re getting a little ahead of ourselves.

You knew what was happening and watched from a distance, never letting the cold ones or the other wolves know of your presence.

The alpha was the only one who knew you were there.

You didn’t tell him you’d be nearby in case they needed an extra body because they thought you were a murderer.

A couple of the newborns sneaked into the woods to try and escape but never got far enough with you there.

Body parts were flying around so no one questioned anything when more came their way.

Then you turned around and noticed one of them aiming for Leah, before Jake could even try to intervene, you did; barely batting an eye when they stared in your direction.

You shoved her out of the way and took care of the newborn before anyone could get hurt, shocking everyone but Sam, who grabbed your arm and pulled you to the side. “What was that?”

“I saved someone from your pack before they could get hurt, what’s it look like?”

“Don’t take that attitude with me.”

“Try and control me, watch what happens.”

He growls your name.

“I needed this.”

The mind reader is beside you two, trying to calm everyone down. “She’s the reason, isn’t she?”

You glance at him from the corner of your eye. “Yeah, so this felt like I could save someone and get my own revenge.”

“She, did it?”

You scoff, snatching your arm out of his grasp. “Don’t act like you didn’t know. You knew the moment I told you.”

He tries to defend himself but you’re not having any of it. “I ask one thing of you, vegetarian.”

He raises his brow.

“I lite her.” You pull up your sleeve, he notices the bite on your arm but doesn’t comment on it (yet).

You take the torch from the blonde and stare into the red head’s eyes for a second, “hopefully you’re not tortured too bad in hell.”

You glance at the other cold ones and raise a brow. “If you guys die, you’re definitely not going where that bitch is. You know better and have worked on redeeming yourselves.”

They glance at one another, not expecting you to hear that.

You rip your sleeves and make a quick wrap for the human. “Wrap this around your arm, it should help until you can get the proper bandaging."

She blinks owlishly, “oh- uh- thanks?”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Who do you think you are?” She gets in your face.

“You better move before you do something you’re going to regret, Leah.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s rich coming from the murderer.”

You scoff through your nose and grab her by the collar of her shirt, her eyes widen not expecting this to get physical but doesn’t back down. “Say that again when I’m the one who saved your ass. You have no idea what happened that day, so you need to shut your mouth.”

Sam stands behind you, waiting to see what happens because he knows that you know better than to fight someone.

“Keep your pack in check, Uley.”

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I won’t get pissed off.”

You start to head into the woods when the mind reader stands in front of you.

“Did she do that?”

You don’t need to look down to figure out what he’s talking about. “That’s why neither you nor the others can smell me. I hide it.”

“They don’t know, do they?”

“Not about this, only Sam and his girl know about the red head's involvement. I only shared so you’d know.”

“That was kind of you to share even when you didn’t need to.”

“Yeah, I get it. I’m frickin’ amazing, can I go now?”

He steps aside. “You should stay with them.”

“How can I do that when they don’t trust me?”

“Make them.”

“It’s not easy, Cullen.”

“If you can do it with their alpha, you can tell the others.”

You roll your eyes, “get your girl checked out before she gets an infection.”

He heads back over towards Bella.

“Did you see her arms?” The human asks.

He nods. “They don’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Of Victoria’s involvement in the worst day of her life.”

Esme and Jasper’s shoulders sag, unable to imagine what you went through.

“And it’s still alive?” Rosalie chimes in.

“She'll become hybrid.”

The Cullens raise their brows.

Sam orders everyone to go back to Emily’s and hopes you do the same after seeing your arms.

You roll your eyes and answer his call. “Unavailable, please leave a message after I hang up."

“Cute, get to Emily’s.”

“You can’t make me.”

You can hear the couple arguing over who should be the one to talk to you.

“Please come over. We have a lot to talk about.”

You sigh, “do they still think I did it?"

"You can change their minds.”

“That’s so much work,” you groan.

“Please. I haven’t seen you in a few weeks and I know you barely know your way around a kitchen.”

“I’m better than you think.”

You stand on the porch, knowing it's going to be hell the moment you step inside.

“You’re going to put a hole in their porch the longer you stay out there,” Paul jokes, earning a chuckle from almost all of his pack mates.

You open the door and ignore their gazes as Emily pulls you into a hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” She pulls back and checks over your eyes stopping on your arms. Her worried eyes land on your face. “Did she-”

You glance at the pack from the corner of your eye, sensing their stares.

Sam stands beside you, placing a hand on your back as he shares a stare with his fiancée. “Sit down with the others while I finish up dinner.”

He guides you to sit but the uncomfortableness emanating from them makes you aim for the couch. "You're sitting at the table.”

“Sam-”

“A pack sits together.”

Paul and Jared scoff. “As if they’re part of the pack. Not after what happened,” the former says.

You tense up, closing your eyes so as to not lose your cool.

“Don’t talk about it,” Emily tells them.

“How are we supposed to ignore the fact-”

You growl, eyes changing colors; you can’t turn around. “Ignore the fact that my mother died, and I almost did, at the hands of that red headed bitch no less.”

Emily says your name.

“Sorry, Em. I know cursing is basically forbidden in here but that was me being nice.”

You push yourself off the couch. “This was a bad idea.” You try to pass the pack when one of them sticks their foot out, you kick it with too much strength, irking the hot head.

You open the door and nearly fall, the doorway being the only reason you’re still standing.

“Hey, hey,” Sam started freaking out. “What’s going on?”

You run towards the railing and throw up.

“Why is it- are throwing up-” He stops himself when he sees the color. “What did you do?”

“I’m dying lone wolf. What does it look like?”

“I told you-”

“They hate me. It was never going to happen.”

He picks you up and brings you back inside. “Call Carlisle and ask him what we can do?”

Paul makes another snide comment and you’re losing it.

You get away from the alpha and grab the wolf’s shoulders, shoving him into the wall, not at all making eye contact with him until you hold him in place, with the black bile dripping down your chin.

“Listen here, Lahote and listen well. I will not take any more of your smartass comments. I am still a person with the same issues as yours just a little extra, but your comments stop now. I am tired of everyone thinking I did it. You want to know what happened. That red head came into town and my mom decided enough was enough, she packed a bag and was getting ready to leave. I shifted, found her about to eat my mom and wound-up getting bit only to find that she did go for my mom and held her till her last breath. Then as they hauled her away, I found the scars and realized what happened. Someone spread some rumors and here we are. You want to say anything else?”

He shakes his head, letting out a deep breath.

"Holy shit!" Jared says as soon as your body sways.

Leah, the closest to you, grabs you before you could fall. "We need to take her to a hospital."

"She won't go but maybe the imprint will help?"

"Holy shit!"

"Shut up, Jared," Embry takes initiative and reaches over to punch his pack brother's shoulder. "Shut up man. You're not helping."

The one who can't stop repeating himself rolls his eyes. "You can't tell me I'm the only ones whose mind was blown with everything we just learned."

"You're not but you can shut up."

"Take her to the guest room while I call-"

"No!" Paul stays where he is, debating on leaving now so as not to hurt you anymore than he already has.

The sight of his imprint half dead in Leah's arms and the jokes he made while trying to trip you make him realize he's an even bigger idiot than he thought. "Don't call the leech doctor."

"What are we supposed to do? Let them slowly die when we know there's someone who could have saved them?"

The hot head wants to growl at his alpha but doesn't because he doesn't want to lose it faster than he wants, he's having a hard time trying to calm himself as it is.

"He's here."

Carlisle smiles, "Alice had a vision and sent me over as soon as she could."

"We appreciate it."

"What's going on with our patient?"

Everyone tells them what they know and have seen.

"I see. There is a likely possibility that the venom is working through their system and hasn't quite mixed yet."

"What does that mean? They have to die in order to live?" Paul chimes in.

"It may also have to do with the fact that they haven't shifted as often as you and are not part of a pack. Lone shifters have a hard enough time trying to survive on their own but mixing in the venom, is well-"

"A death sentence just waiting to happen," Sam finishes for him.

The doctor doesn’t want to tell him he's right and knows his silence is enough.

"Is there anything we can do?"

"Continue to make sure they are comfortable and let nature heal them."

"So, your solution is to let them die?!"

"Get him out of here," Sam orders Jared, Embry, Leah, and Quil.

They drag him out so the two can continue their conversation.

"I know you just imprinted but you need to calm down, dude," Jared tells him.

Paul continues to shake, unsure of anything he's feeling right now.

On the one hand he has someone to love and protect but on the other hand, he has to try even harder to control himself otherwise he's going to lose it.

He's also upset because he was acting like such a dick to his imprint and even though he never thought he'd find them; he definitely didn't want this to be his first impression. "How am I supposed to calm down when everyone's solution is to let them die?"

With Jared blocking his way in, he can easily get in his face.

"How would you feel if this was happening with Kim, huh? Tell me that."

His friend's face hardens, "don't talk about her."

"Then don't try and talk about mine like you know something."

They stare at each other, their chests heaving with each heavy breath they take.

"Great, now that we've had our macho match, can we go for a run? As much as I want to make it up to them, I don't want to be here any longer when we can't apologize," Embry interrupts.

The two shake their heads and head into the woods so they can phase and be free to run wherever they want.

"How can we help them?" Sam asks the doctor.

"I'm going to be honest with you, Sam. This is a little out of my jurisdiction, but I will do all that I can to help anyway, I can."

The alpha nods, "I appreciate it."

"I believe now their transition will be complete within the next few days."

"What brought this on?"

"It was only a matter of time before it hit, and I think the adrenaline and stress of the battle speeded things up." He glances back at the alpha who stares at your body with much concern. "May I ask, how close you are to the lone shifter?"

"Before everything happened, we were close. I always thought of them as my younger sibling but then everything happened, and I stopped talking to them because I was concerned for their safety and didn't want to hurt them."

The doctor can tell by the look on the shifter’s face that he's still disappointed in himself. "You did all you could and allowing my assistance is more than they could ask for."

"How long will it take?"

"My guess is, they'll be ready by tomorrow."

"So soon?"

"Their shifter DNA is altering the venom and their genetics. Now that they're resting, they've been able to heal themselves."

He notices the expression on Sam's face. "Let's give them privacy. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day."

Emily and Sam hug one another, unsure of what to think; they never wanted this for you, and they feel terrible because they can't help you.

"The boys should be back soon, yeah?"

He nods. "Hopefully Paul's calmed down."

"I think this is going to be a hard time for him."

"Yeah, I know," the alpha sighs.

The boys and Leah make it back to their home and sit at the table. "What are we going to do?"

"We have to wait."

"Did you two know?" Leah asks.

"They told us what happened, but we didn't know she bit her," Sam tells her. "We knew they were hiding something, but we didn't expect this."

"You should have told us," Paul grumbles while snacking on a muffin.

"You didn't even like them until you imprinted," Jake points out.

"I'm not the one on trial here."

The young wolf scoffs, "you should be."

The hot head stands up, pushing the chair back. "You want to take this outside?"

"Maybe I do."

"Alright, you two, that's enough."

They back down at the voice of the alpha, although it takes Jake a few more seconds before he sits down where he was. "You two need to stop it. We've got enough to deal with right now."

After an hour, most of the pack leaves; some to do their patrol shift, others to spend time with their family.

"Do you want to stay in the room with them?" Emily asks, noticing the longing he directs at the door.

He doesn't want to say it out loud and nods.

"I'll tell Sam when he gets back, you can go in but be careful, okay?"

"Do you think they'll forgive me?"

She nods, remembering her and Sam's minor falling out after his episode. "It'll take time."

He sighs and the door inches open, he hesitates to move.

The sight of you almost lifeless and thinking he hates you, kills him.

Why didn’t anyone tell them they’d get so sappy?

He doesn’t know whether he likes it or not as he takes a seat by the bed. His eyes trail over your face, taking in every inch of you.

If he was the artsy type, he’d definitely paint you. He doesn’t know when he fell asleep but waking up to the sun rising was annoying, just because he was one with nature doesn’t mean he needs it to be his alarm clock.

He rubs his eyes, trying to remember everything that happened last night and glances down at you.

You moved in your sleep, the hand practically reaching for him, warms his heart.

He grabs it, wanting you to be comfortable and not wake up with achy joints.

Your eyes move and he doesn’t realize it. It’s hard to open your eyes but you manage to do it, only to find the hothead holding your hand.

You freeze and his eyes trail up your arm, staring into yours.

“You like me now?” Your voice cracks after not having used it in a while.

He shakes his head and reaches for the glass Emily left, inching closer and closer to your face.

You grab it from him after pushing yourself up, back resting against the headboard. “What happened?”

“You died.”

You blink your eyes rapidly, trying to understand what he just said. “I’m sorry?”

“The venom from the bite was killing you and the fact that you barely shift… didn’t help.”

“So, now I’m both?”

“I think so.”

You set the cup down and push sheets off your heating body.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Leaving,” you grumble.

He pushes himself out of the chair and grabs your wrists, stopping you. “No, you’re not.”

“You don’t own me.”

“The imprint bond says otherwise.”

You snatch your wrists out of his grasp, “no, the bond is basically saying we’re soulmates and you don’t own me.”

You make it out of the door and into the hallway before it clicks. “We’re imprints?!”

“I think they’re awake,” Jared comments and shoves a piece of bacon into his mouth.

Embry smacks the back of his head.

“No, no, no.” You stand before the woman you go to for everything. “Tell me it’s not true.”

The corners of her lips twitch.

You snatch a sausage and munch on it. “This is not right.”

“Thanks, sweetheart. I feel the love.”

You purse your lips and glare at him. “You’re the one that was being a dick yesterday and now because of the bond, you want to be my prince charming.”

“I never said that.”

“You’re acting like it.” You sit on the couch before any of them realize where you are going. Your head plops against the back of the couch. “Why am I so damn emotional?”

A warm hand rests against your knee; you lift your head and find those damn attractive eyes that have always captivated you. “You went through a big change which has altered a part of you.”

“I didn’t want this,” you sniff.

He nods, “I know but w- you’re going to get through it.”

“You weren’t nearly half as nice as this before you shifted.”

“Sweetheart, I was nicer to you than most people.”

“It’s true,” Jared and Quil chime in.

“No one asked you two.”

They stare at you with wide eyes and raised brows as if this had proven their point.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll be there for you.”

You stare at him, gulping at his words. “How do I know you mean that, and you aren’t just saying that, so I don’t eat half the town?”

“We,” he clears his throat. “We came up with an alternative if you wound up being more of a leech- cold one, more of a cold one.”

“Am I going to eat a bunny?”

“Or a squirrel,” Jared jokes, earning no amused faces in return. “You all need a new sense of humor,” he mumbles, crossing his arms.

“How do you feel?” Sam asks.

“Like I’m on an emotional roller coaster.”

“Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry for Em’s food.”

Paul guides you to the table so you all can eat.

“Should we call the doc?” Embry wonders out loud.

“Don’t need to,” your imprint grumbles.

You run to the door, opening it. “I smell bunny.”

He chuckles, “it was the only thing we had.”

“Do I have to?”

“It will help with the urges.”

“There’s only one urge I have, and I don’t like it.”

“What?” Seth asks.

“Nobody tell him,” says Quil.

“Come on, don’t be like that.”

“I think it would be wise if you took this. We don’t know the severity of your condition yet.”

“I’m fine. Just trying to wrap my head around the fact that no one hates me.”

“We’re totally sorry, by the way,” Embry adds. “Ow!”

“Not my fault, man,” Jared raises his hands.

The two start to brawl, leaving Sam to try and stop it while Carlisle talks to you and Paul, explaining how you should be careful and thanking you for your assistance.

“I know I was a jerk to you but,” he glances over to Emily and Sam. “Would you ever consider accepting my apology and going out with me?”

“Give me a few days to adjust and then if I think I’m well enough, ask me again.”

“Hey, man. It wasn’t a no, alright,” Seth holds his hand up for a high five.

The hothead shoves the kid to the side, following you so he can sit in the open chair to your left.

Emily pours you a drink and sits down so you all can eat.

A few days later and you’re feeling better, still adjusting to everyone’s new attitude towards you.

You stick with more human meals than the animal blood the Cullen’s shared with you, not wanting to rely on it.

Things with Paul are still interesting.

He’s slowly worming his way back into your heart. “You want to go on patrol with me?”

“Aren’t you supposed to be with Quil?”

“He wanted to switch.”

You stare at him with a deadpan expression. “Did you threaten him?”

He raises his hands. “I did nothing.”

“Sure, you did,” you chuckle. “Come on,” you call out.

“Where are you going?”

“We have to patrol.”

He stares at your bare back. “This reminds me of when I first took you out.”

“You barely asked me out and then kept me in your backseat after school.”

“I wanted you to stay warm.”

“Oh, is that what they call it?” You ask with mischief in your eyes.

He nods, pulling you back into him by your waist; his chin resting on your shoulder. “I actually kept you there so no one else would see you.”

“Wha-”

“Didn’t want them seeing the hottie in my car and think they could get with you.”

“What a gentleman,” you tell him with a dry tone.

He shrugs, chuckling under his breath, “I try.”

“Are you serious?”

“About what?”

You run behind a tree and shift, waiting for him to catch up; it doesn’t take him long.

“About what?”

“Not wanting anyone to ask me out.”

“Why would I lie about that?”

“To get in my pants?”

“I was already getting with you.”

“I wouldn’t be so cocky. You’re still in the early stages of this relationship.”

“So, we’re in a relationship?”

“I never said that.”

He nudges you with his snout. “You did, don’t deny it.”

“I’m denying nothing. You need your hearing checked.”

“I think I heard you just fine.”

You roll your eyes and speed up, racing to meet the others; you meet Leah, Embry, and Jared.

The two former run to you and tackle you, playing around with you while Jared goes for Paul.

All of you run back to Emily’s when Sam calls you all back.

The air flowing through your fur is amazing, not to mention the fact that you’re getting to know your imprint, slowly but surely falling for him.

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Moonlight

Summary: You and Edward Cullen used to have a romantic relationship. But fate seemed not to believe in the possibility of a vampire and a potential she-wolf being together. Years after your separation, you return to Forks. Edward is committed to Bella Swan, and Jacob Black has his own pack. What happens when, upon your return, you begin to transform into a she-wolf and both Edward and Jacob seem eager to revisit the past with you?

Author's Note: The characters in this fanfic do not belong to me but to Stephenie Meyer and the Twilight universe. The story blends events that happened in the Twilight saga movies with invented ones. If you're enjoying the fanfic, please interact. This story will contain inappropriate language, a possible love triangle, scenes of violence, and romance. I would appreciate it if those who enjoy the fanfic could leave a comment and like (kudos). Engagement helps me know that there are still people reading. I hope you enjoy this chapter ❤

EIGHT TEN

NINE

It’s been almost a month since you ended your relationship with Edward. It hasn’t been easy to avoid him as if it doesn’t hurt you. But of course, being surrounded by wolves, especially by your pack, helped a lot. Jacob became extremely overprotective after what happened to you. He even made a deal with the Cullens to see if, by teaming up with the pack, they could find Victoria. So, every time you go out, there’s always a wolf and a vampire on alert for each of your steps. Jacob and Emmett are the ones who spend the most time watching over you. The Cullens feel very guilty about your accident, so they’re always taking care of your safety. You feel like a baby being supervised with every step you take. It’s distressing. And the vampire seems to have vanished off the map.

"Jacob, I appreciate your alpha protective instinct wanting to keep an eye on me all the time, but I’m as much a wolf as you are. I’m alert now, and I don’t think Victoria will come after me, at least not while everyone is watching over me. Go unwind, see Bella, take care of your pack without just focusing on me; a good leader knows when it’s time to concentrate your mind elsewhere." You grumble as you walk alongside Jacob through the forest. You’re feeling suffocated by so much attention.

"I don't want to risk your life. If you want to be alone so badly, you can pretend I'm not here," Jacob says as he gathers some firewood. The wolves, both from Uley's pack and Black's pack, are going to gather to roast marshmallows. Apparently, your accident has brought out a friendlier side of Sam, who, upon learning about the end of your relationship with Edward and that you could have died, decided to be less of a jerk.

"I love you for protecting me. But I need a moment alone; it's been a month since all that mess happened. Every time I move, it feels like someone is behind me, watching. Your father doesn't even go fishing anymore because he doesn't want to leave me alone at your house. You guys go out as a pack and leave me behind. I just want to be able to exist without constant surveillance." You take a good look at Jacob's sulky face, a smile forming on your lips as you see him getting conflicted.

"You're on your own now, then," Jacob says after much reluctance. You quickly walk towards him and wrap your arms around him tightly, feeling the pieces of wood he was holding press against your back.

"I promise I'll survive without your supervision. Not that I don't appreciate you trying to keep me safe," you say, still holding Jacob close. He drops the firewood on the ground and wraps you tightly in his arms. It’s comforting to be so close to him, but your mind is filled with guilt—guilt for being a hypocrite. You ended things with Edward because you felt insecure about his closeness with Bella, yet here you are, wrapped in Jacob’s embrace. When you pull back slightly, your face is close to Jacob's, and as you look into each other's eyes, you can feel that he's thinking the same thing as you… that if you got just a little closer, you'd be kissing.

"We can't do this again. You need to sort things out with Cullen before we mess up our friendship with romantic feelings," Jacob whispers near your face. You nod in agreement, understanding that you need to figure out how you feel before doing anything else.

"I don't know if there is anything to be resolved. Edward loves Bella, that is the only certainty I have." You say, feeling a tightness in your chest as you admit this. The snow begins to fall gently between the trees. Jacob looks at you softly, as if he's carefully considering the best way to respond.

"And you love me. Is it fair to demand that he stop loving her while you continue to love me?" Jacob sounds so rational that it scares him. He has never said anything so frankly before. It makes you think, think about what you want with Edward, with Jacob and especially with yourself. Then you sigh feeling the cold air surround the two of you.

"Since when did you become so wise? The man I love could barely decide whether he wanted to be a leader or not. Jacob Black, congratulations on becoming so intelligent but I am not prepared to face certain truths." You say, picking on Jacob. He smiles and then walks away from you, picking up the pieces of firewood from the ground and walking beside you, down the path to his house.

The rest of the day seems to go by so quickly, you and Jacob avoid bringing up the subject of Edward and Bella. Lea and Seth arrive to make the bonfire with you and Jacob when it is already getting dark. They bring you marshmallows to toast over the fire. Your mind however is on Edward, wondering what he is doing; whether he has gotten back together with Bella, whether he thinks you are a hypocrite or whether he has already given up on you.

"When are you going to give your vampire a chance? He seems almost as desperate to see you as you are to see him," Leah says, approaching you. At this moment, it's just you and her near the fire, waiting for Seth and Jacob to return. You find yourself at a loss for words.

"I don't have a vampire, and I'm not desperate to see him. I also doubt he's desperate to see me; he hasn't approached me once since our argument. But I hardly see how that's any of your business," you say, being rude, perhaps defensive. Leah smiles awkwardly but stays close to you.

"Jacob warned me that if I brought this up, you'd react like this. But I trust you understand that since we're part of the same pack, it's like we're family. So I allow myself to meddle in your life as if you were Seth," Leah says, and you realize that even though the two of you aren't very close, she is part of the same pack as you.

"Sorry for the harsh way I responded. I've been pretending for so long that nothing is happening, and facing someone telling me what I need to hear rather than what I want to hear is tough. Thank you for your honesty. I'll work on resolving this situation," you say, trying to be more friendly, while watching Leah make an expression that seems to say, "It's good that you're listening."

"Don't interpret what I said as me rooting for you to end up with Cullen. Personally, I like how Jacob acts when he's all lovesick over you. But it's better if you sort things out with the cold one before anything else. I know how complicated romantic matters can be," Leah says, and you understand that she knows very well what it's like to have a broken heart.

"When Jacob gets back, tell him I'll be back soon," you whisper as you move towards your car. Leah gives a slight smile, seeming to understand what you're about to do. As you get into the car, you try to gather your thoughts, wondering if you're really ready for what you're about to do. You're going after Edward more confused than ever, without knowing exactly why you're going. Is it stupid? Probably. But your heart tells you that you need to try one more time, that it's worth it.

You arrive at the Cullen's house in a hurry. In your head, the sooner you talk to Edward, the sooner your reconciliation will be. However, before you can go to Edward, you manage to spot Bella and Edward inside the Cullen house. They are talking to each other, their faces extremely close to each other. Edward looks happy, you can see that the two of them are moving towards reconciliation. You take a few steps back towards your car. It's obvious that you should let Edward be with the woman he loves.

"Are you leaving without saying goodbye?" You hear Edward's voice behind you. You're unsure whether to turn to look at him or not.

"It was a mistake to come here, nothing more appropriate than for me to leave without being noticed." You say without turning around, still heading towards your car. Edward then uses his vampire speed and stops you from getting into the car, standing in front of the car door.

"It's been thirty days, twelve hours, and twenty-five minutes since you and I were together. The only mistake here is that you took so long." Edward says as he walks towards her, slowly as if he was afraid. Maybe he's like this because he's afraid you'll do what you always do, leave.

"It seems I took the right amount of time, at least it gave you time to get back together with Bella. Imagine if I had arrived a little earlier, what a mess it would have been." You say sarcastically, looking at looking with some anger at his ex. Edward gives a forced smile before looking at you in disbelief.

"Your temper is our problem. Always jumping to hasty and erroneous conclusions. You know me so little..." He drawls, moving closer. You step back from his approach, replaying the vision of him with Bella in your mind.

"I'm the problem, Bella is the solution. Do the right thing and keep her by your side." You speak insultingly, while looking firmly at Edward.

"I have always preferred problems to solutions. Bella and I are trying to be friends, she was just having dinner with us before going to see her mom. As for the two of us..." Edward smiles mischievously, coming closer, you tremble a little. A feeling of insecurity takes over your body.

"We should try to be just friends. Don't you think?" Your fear of failing in yet another attempt at a relationship with Edward, makes you prefer to simplify your relationship.

"I already have enough friends..." Edward whispers as he looks at you with a gaze that exudes sensuality. And in that moment, even though you knew that his heart hadn't been beating for a long time, that his skin was as cold as a blizzard, you felt a warmth. It's like something burns inside you, every moment the distance between you and Edward decreases. It's like your body is in withdrawal from his icy touch, like your soul needs to belong to him at least one more time.

"This game you're playing is extremely dangerous. Are you sure you can handle the consequences?" You say, looking at him, but focusing mainly on his parted lips. Lips you miss feeling pressed against yours. Edward must have read your mind because he smirks for an instant.

"This is more about you accepting the consequences. Once you stop pretending you don't want to be with me, will you be able to not screw this up?" Edward says as he gently runs his hand through your face. His fingers stop beneath your lips, lightly groping them. You stare at him waiting for the next step, the next move that will be made by him. But he seems to be static. As if he was expecting something too.

"Am I going to ruin this? You're on a date with your ex right now. I don't think you have any right to criticize me," you say with a small laugh, stepping back a little from Edward. "It's a shame I can't kiss you right now," you add, still smiling slightly. And then, before you know it, he's moving towards you, swiftly closing the distance, kissing you abruptly. His lips are slightly dry, and for a moment, the kiss feels rigid, like you're both relearning how to kiss each other. But as soon as you wrap your arms around Edward's neck, pulling him as close as you can, the two of you find your rhythm again.

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chloe-skywalker · 1 year ago

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I Know Why Your Shirtless - Paul Lahote

Part 2 AU

Paul x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1,169

Requested: hi!!!! just wanted to ask if its possible to have a part 2 to that Paul Lahote imagine??? the "I know why your shirtles" imagine?? like the BH pack visiting and could you make the reader an evolved wolf and she tells Bella and Paul that Scott's her alpha??? thanks its ok if its want to though ^-^ - @imcravingchocolatesrn

Authors Note: I wrote this years ago but lost it! Sorry! Thank you for requesting I put it as AU because the plot was requested and I don’t know if this is where I would’ve taken it if i decided to make a part 2 on my own cause it was kinda a one and done one shot.

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“I’m so glad you all could make it.” Y/n said opening the front door to see all her friends from Beacon Hills on her doorstep.

“Well you are part of our pack.” Stiles stated with a smile as they entered the home.

“Yeah, but I’m so far away.” Y/n added as she stepped aside letting them all enter the small Forks home.

“Your my beta, of course I’ll come visit you.” Scott smiled bringing Y/n into a hug.

“And your our friend.” Lydia smiled, pulling her into a hug after Scott.

“Your family now.” Derek stated he had a soft spot for the Swan girl. They had a lot in common.

“Well, I should warn you guys that there is another pack that lives in the area. On the Rez, but their not like us.” She explained as she shut the door.

“What’s that mean?” Scott asked with a furrowed expression.

“There more like shapeshifters. I have a back on them and there history.” Y/n told the pack.

“Great! So we can look it over during pizza.” Stiles clapped his hands together, ready for food.

“Pizza?” Derek questioned with a raised eyebrow. Did all he think about is food?

“Yup. Cause we are ordering pizza.” Stiles spoke as he turned with crossed arms to face the sourwolf, as he calls him.

“Y/n, who are all these people?” Charlie asked confused on why he came down the stairs to his living room full of teenagers and a adult.

“Dad, these are my friends from California.” Y/n smiled as she had told him they were coming to visit. But she didn’t blame him if he forgot. Work had been crazy for him.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Swan.” Lydia smiled

“Do you like to be called Mr.Swan or Sheriff Swan?” Scott asked as he reached out to shake the older man's hand.

“Either one’s fine.” Sharlie shook the hand of the young man. To Charlie the kid was just being polite but to Scott he was trying to make a good impression on his beta’s parent.

“That's right, you're a sheriff. My Father’s one to.” Stiles smiled at the comparison.

Charlie nodded awkwardly. “That's great. Well, I have an extra long shift tonight so don’t wait up. But don’t stay up to late either.”

Y/n nodded smiling. “Got it dad.”

“Bye Mr.Swan.” Scott and Stiles called out as Charlie left through the front door.

^ ^ ^

“I can smell them.” Paul stated as they ran through the forest.

“Me to.” Quil agreed

“We all can.” Jared said coming up behind them.

“Who are they?” Embry questioned as they watched the group of teens.

“That's what we need to find out.” Sam stated before the pack left back towards Emily’s to talk.

^ ^ ^

“Do you hear that?” Emmmet asked as the whole Cullen family and Bella stopped on their walk through the woods.

“Yeah.” Rosealie nodded in acknowledgement.

“Is that a wolf?” Bella asked as they all looked out in the distance.

“Its not part of the pack.” Jasper stated

“No, it’s smaller. But it seems off. Not animal like.” Carlisle agreed, stepping in front of his family.

“It smells different.” Rosaelie added.

When the wolf took off, the Cullens and Bella decided to follow the creature. From far enough away they stopped watching from a cliff nearby only to be very shocked.

“Oh my God.” Alice gasped, how did she not see that in a vision before?

“Isn’t that your sister?” Edward asked, looking at Bella in slight shock.

“Uh huh.” Bella nodded as she went to walk down the near by hill towards the clearing her sister was standing on as she just turned back into a human. She was very shocked and confused. The cullens followed also curious. “Y/n?”

Y/n turned around shocked to hear her sister's voice and see the Cullens behind her. “Bella. Everyone.”

“What- I don’t-” Bella shook her head in disbelief. How was hee sister able to turn into a wolf and how did she not know?

“I can explain.” Y/n said as she looked at all of them. Ready to explain.

^ ^ ^

“Your a werewolf?” Rosealie questioned a s Y/n sat across from her in the Swan residence. Cullens on one side and Y/n and the Beacon Hills pack on the other.

“Yes.” Y/n answered

“But not like Jacob?” Carlies asked, tilting his head in curtotisy.

“Very different.” Y/n nodded

“And this happened because he but you?” Emse looked on concerned about the girl that had become a good friend to her family.

“Yes. An he did it to save my life.” Y/n smiled softly towards Emse to show she was okay.

“You saved her life?” Alice turned her attention to Scott after Y/n’s statement.

“Uh, yeah.” Scott nodded sheepishly at all the yes on him.

“Thanks.” Bella nodded at Scott, gratefully for saving her sister.

“No problem. She’s my friend, practically family.” Scott smiled.

^ ^ ^

“Is that them?” Quil asked as the pack hung out at La push with Bella.

“It smells like it.” Jared nodded as they saw the group walk onto the beach.

“Is that who?” Bella asked confused on what they were talking about.

“With your sister.” Jacob pointed out.

Bella looked over. “Oh that's her pack.”

“Her what?” Paul looked over to Bella in shock.

“So she's a wolf?” Embry asked curiously.

“And you didn’t know this?” Sam asked, turning his attention to Paul.

“Yeah, Paul. She is your imprint.” Jacob smirked at the slightly older wolf.

“I was a little busy imprinting to notice.” Paul fired back defensively.

“Well, let’s go talk to her.” Sam stated as he, the pack, and Bella headed over to the Beacon Hills pack that had gone down by the water.

“Hey.” Y/n nodded to her sister as they approached her and her friends.

“Hey.” Bella nodded back.

Y/n looked around at the pack of shapeshifters, noticing their body language Y/n asked. “Okay, what's with the standoff?”

Paul decided to just come out with it. “You know we’re mates. Don’t you?”

Y/n nodded. “I felt it. Yes.”

“You didn’t mention your a wolf as well.” Jake pointed out.

“Different type but, it didn’t seem like the time to say anything about it. Not like you can just go around telling anyone or everyone.” Y/n explained and it seemed they understood.

“An this is your pack?” Sam asked, nodding towards the people behind her.

“I’m a part of it, yes. These are my friends. They are like my family.” y/n nodded glancing back at them as they all stood around behind her ready to protect her if necessary.

“Who's the alpha?” Jared asked curiously though he had a hunch between two of them who it could be.

“I am.” Scott stated stepping forward, next to Y/n.

“This is Scott.” Y/n introduced him as he stood beside her. “Scott Mccall. He’s a true Alpha.”

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months ago

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locust year by Ayes

Rating: Explicit

9,701 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Fantasy AU, Fae AU, Canon Divergent, No Omega Pussy Sorry, Alpha/Beta/Omega Characteristics Are Unknown To Humans, Fae Steve Harrington, Monster Steve Harrington, Top Steve Harrington, OOC Steve Where His Reputation Is Just A Cover, Omega Eddie Munson, Bottom Eddie Munson, Virgin Eddie Munson, Eddie POV, monsterfucker eddie, Bella Swan Eddie, Twilight Meets Tuck Everlasting Meets Great Gatsby, Special Girl Trope, Paranormal Romance, Please Don’t Look Too Closely At This One It’s Just Vibes, Scenting, Nesting, Bonding, heat - Freeform, pain play, Soulmates, Alpha/Omega, Breeding, Knotting, Mating, Biting

Summary:

Everyone knows that alphas and omegas are about as real as fairies, or soul mates— about as real as the chances of Eddie Munson ever finding love as the local freak. Or of Steve Harrington, the most popular boy in school, ever noticing him back. A fae omegaverse soulmate oneshot (say that three times fast) where everyone goes to Steve Harrington’s parties, but nobody can remember when he moved to town.

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 2 years ago

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 30

Pairing(s): Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Bella Swan, Jacob Black x Witch!OC, Edward Cullen x Bella Swan

Warnings:none

Words:1987

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34 Part 35 Part 36 Part 37 Part 38 Part 39

The ending didn’t come out like it did the first time I typed this up but it’s close to the original I had worked on last night 🙃

Shocked wasn’t enough to describe the jolt Jacob received when he opened his front door and found Bella. The last bit of hope that imprinting on the witch had just been a dream was quickly eliminated. Standing before him was the love of his life, yet he didn’t feel that same giddiness he once felt with Bella’s presence. That terrified him more than anything; how quickly imprinting changed one’s life.

Behind her on the dirt driveway was a small, tan car. Probably here replacement for her red truck that was totaled when Riley took her. Late in the day, the sky is already casting the world in a pink and orange haze.“Sorry to show up unannounced.” He can tell Bella immediately wanted to nervously chew on her bottom lip as she was prone to do but stopped herself. Subtle changes could be seen on her. She’d been spending time reflecting on herself and really thinking of what she wants in life.

“No, it’s okay.” Jacob steps aside to let her in. Bella hesitated for a heartbeat before walking through. I guess it has been a while since she’s come over.

They go to his room which feel so small now that there was another person occupying it.

He hated this strange feeling. It made him not know how to act in front of her. Like she was a complete stranger to him now and not the girl he'd been mooning over for years. Jacob watches her in a queer way as she perched herself on the edge of his bed. "How has the pack been?"

"Good. (y/n) and Edward left with the Denali couple to drive them back to Alaska." He noticed the flash of momentary hurt on Bella's face before she regains composure and nods.

"I remember them saying they'd be leaving soon." They hadn't spoken about her meeting with them. Jacob had been too focused on what was happening with him and how, even though he was in his human skin, he could still smell Evita's citrus scent that beckoned him to go to Sam's. The alpha had warned Jacob though about scaring her off before she was able to finish the wards that was to protect them from hostile creatures.

“They left last night and should be back in a few hours from the text she sent to our group chat.” Jacob shrugs. “

At that, Bella actually smiles. “I wouldn’t doubt it. Edward drives really fast. Even Alice does too. It must be a vampire thing.”

He tried to think of something else to say, anything to make his life feel normal again. There had been nothing normal about his life though. His mouth was dry and tongue heavy. How could he go on pretending everything was okay? Not to mention he couldn’t imagine how Bella would feel once she learned that another guy who she deeply cared about was taken because of imprinting once again. Her wounds were still healing from her breakup with Edward. It would crush Bella. Jacob may have imprinted on Evita, but he still cared for her greatly. Just not romantically, not anymore.

By the blessing of those above, a tremor in the air gripped Jacob and Bella. The hairs on the back of her neck stand at the tingling that was rushing through her. “Wh. . . What is that?”

The strong aroma of orange blossoms fills his nostril.

Evita.

This had to be Evita’s magic swirling in the air. It riled up the wolf in him, making Jacob want to spring into action. Were it not for Bella being present, he might have leapt through his window and run to Sam’s house where he knew the witch was staying for the meantime.

Underneath his skin, the animal trembled and agitated him from the inside where he felt uncomfortable in his human flesh.

Inhaling deeply, Jacob closed his eyes to steady his breathing which had quickened. “Magic.”

Bella does a double take. “Magic?”

He stumbles over his words but manages to get Bella up to date on what had been going on in La Push. Even Jacob felt silly about the things he said out loud to her, all of this sounded so unreal yet that’s what his life had become.

The air was still fluctuating with that sharp orange smell and Jacob could spot goosebumps rising on Bella’s arms as an after effect to nearby magic.

“Can I meet her?”

“You want to meet her?” Yes, a reason to see Evita! His wolf rejoiced that he’d finally be able to be near her again despite Jacob’s efforts to ignore it.

Bella doesn’t waver. “Yes. If she’s here to protect the town then I feel like I owe it to her to introduce myself. This. . . This is my fault after all.”

“Stop saying that.” Jacob hated how she pinned the blame of all of the events that had led up to Evita’s arrival. “It’s not you’re fault. Something like this was bound to happen ever since the Cullens came to town decades ago.

“Regardless,” Bella sighed. “I want to meet her.”

That’s how they end up in Bella’s tan Corolla, the small car sped through the empty streets of La Push to get to Sam’s cabin. The drive was overall quiet considering both of them were off in their own little worlds; questioning what they had felt in his room when Evita’s magic swept up their senses into a flurry. The wolf’s eagerness to be near it’s mate was unfathomable as Jacob felt his hands beading with perspiration.

He wasn’t ready to see Evita. Not yet.There was no way Jacob could trust himself to keep his imprinting a secret from Bella if Evita is near.

And Bella, her skin still hadn’t stopped shivering with an odd delight; the back of her neck continued to tingle through her neck and spine. She couldn’t begin to describe the experience. Jacob had called it magic.

The drive didn’t take long, Jacob and Bella were great up for that as Bella’s car pulled to a stop in front of Sam’s cabin. Excited chatter could be heard streaming through from the inside of the house.

Bella gets out of the car first allowing Jacob a few seconds to himself to calm the roaring wave of his heartbeat.

Breathing in a deep inhale, Jacob unbuckles his belt and pushed open the car door.

Smoke from Sam’s chimney twirls out in long ribbons against the mystical color pallet that sunsets are composed of.

From a fluttering curtain in a window, a face briefly appeared and spotted the two of them as they walk up to Sam’s porch. In but a few seconds does Paul open the door to great them. His eyes narrow with caution that confused Bella. Instantly a tension spoiled the air and the house grew quiet.

“Jacob. Bella.” Paul casually greeted but there was a strain to his voice. “Fancy seeing you guys here.”

“We came here to see Evita’s witchcraft.” Jacob is quick to say, hopeful that Paul would buy the reason for it was true.

“We felt the aftershocks and I asked Jacob to take me to meet her.” Explained Bella.

That made Paul’s eyes round. “Aftershocks?”

Sam appeared behind him. “Come in.” He merely instructed and had Paul step aside. “Jacob, stay in the back with me.”

Sam’s living room was crowded with other members of the pack and was wholly transformed into a candlelit space for witchcraft. His usual furniture was gone and in their place were an array of strange and arcane objects. The light from the fireplace made shadows flicker against the walls and distort the shadowy figures of those present.

Everyone leaned in yet kept themselves from straying too far into the circle that Evita had made on the ground.

A small bowl of herbs are slowly catching ablaze by the beckoning of her foreign words. Bella saw with her own eyes a river stone crumble all by itself into fine dust that is carried on an invisible wind and into Evita’s clasped hands. The delicate skin of her wrists appear paper thin as even Bella could see the many lines and rivers of her veins. They looked like they were made of lightening as they burned from under her skin.

Her lips move rapidly in her incantation, and as her words carried into the room, the energy shifted. Candlelight made the dark sway.

Entranced were the rest of the pack as they held their breathing, taking in the wondrous sight before them.

More sharp spices fill the air along with Evita’s citrus scent.

Jacob couldn’t tear his eyes off of her wild and flying curls that whip around her face that was lined with painful looking scars. To Jacob though, the dark scars that run along her face accentuate her fine cheekbones and full lips. A spatter of freckles add to her charm.

The wild wind of energy that had been swirling around her seem to fall away. Time itself felt like it froze.

Multiple breaths that had been held in up until that point exhale with an edge of relief. Her spell was complete.

When the candles are blown out by the dying breath of her magic, Sam slowly turns on the electronic lights of his house. Sitting in the middle of the living room was a pale Evita. Slowly she removes her top hand to reveal an object the size of a quarter and equally flat.

The color of it was the glittering shade of emerald. A warmth eminated from it.

Weary from her efforts, Evita explained with a tired voice “I have five more of these to make. They are to be distributed throughout Forks and La Push. The ward is this small so that it won’t be easily spotted by your enemies. We must bury them at six specific points. About a foot into the ground.” She passed it to Jared who held it with reverence. The ward made it’s way around the pack as they ‘ooed’ and ‘awwed’.

Leah and Seth gather around Evita to help her up and into Sam’s bedroom where she was regain her strength.

Jacob followed the trio with his eyes, unable to follow them thanks to Sam.

While Bella hadn’t been able to be properly introduced to Evita, the visit had been worthwhile. She’d never imagined that magic would look quite like that or that it would feel so intense.

When everyone had a chance to examine the ward, Paul snatched it from Collin’s hands. “This is to be put somewhere with the highest security. This may not look like much but it is essential if we want to keep our territory safe.”

This was not fun and games.

Sam put a hand on Jacob’s shoulder, alerting him it was time for him to go. “She’ll be alright. She warned me ahead of time that this would take a toll on her energy. Proper sleep and food will do her good.”

If Sam hadn’t been Jacob’s alpha, who knows what he would have done. Any other wolf would consider Sam’s posturing as getting in between Jacob and his mate. Hell hath no fury like a wolf being kept apart from their imprintee.

Jacob was still experiencing a heady daze and thankfully didn’t put up much of a fight as he taps Bella’s arm to get her attention. She was still staring at where Evita had been creating her ward.

The simple physical contact coaxed her back to her senses and they slink to the front door. Both too stunned to utter a parting word to anyone.

Bella didn’t know how long they’d been there, but instead of the fuchsia clouds that were highlighted with orange there was now a vast sky filled with stars.

Stars were dull though in comparison to the headlights on Edward’s car that shined right at them.

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simsim54 · 10 months ago

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edward: *lying on the floor* I miss jacob jasper: he's been gone 5 minutes edward: *sniffs* I miss my jake emmett: he's gone to the fucking shop edward: *full on crying* I miss my alpha jacob: *walks through the door* honey, i'm home edward: fuck you mutt, didn't notice you were even gone

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aliceismypixie · 1 year ago

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The villain of my story ∥ Keep an eye open

Summary - "The villain will always be the villain if the hero tells the story" or atleast that's what they say. No one knew why you became what you are. But you wanted your revenge on Isabella Marie Swan and you were ready to do anything to have it.

Pairing - Twilight x villain!reader

Pronoun - she/her (but can be read as a male reader or a gn reader)

Warning - reader is an immortal child, mention of fire, mention of kidnapping

Words count - 1,06k~

Set - After Breaking-Dawn Part 2

Prologue - Masterlist

Being a villain was boring. You needed to wait for so long before sending them another warning, just to make sure that they were tense enough. So what have you been up to for the past seven days you may ask ? You were laying on the couch of your lair drinking blood.

Just kidding.

You were planning your big bad villain speech for the past seven days. And I'm not kidding this time, see for yourself.

"'You made me like that ! You made me the monster that I am now !' yeah okay, this is a basic villain sentence in the speech. So you... made... me... like that !" You wrote down your stereotypical villain sentence on a paper as you were laying on your stomach, your feet dangling in the air.

"Okay so after that I start the show. So, like, who do I burn first… The best friend ? Nah, the husband ? No, he and the little kid need to be burned at the end. So like maybe the dogs they like to keep as a pet yeah, but not the big alpha dog, he will be at the end with the husband and the daughter." You muttered to yourself before pinning your plans on your wall.

Now all you needed to do was to turn on the second part of your plans. Well, you would give them a fair warning first obviously. Thought the one who sees the future might be a problem for you and you still need to decide who to take.

Right now you were hesitating between taking the seer, the hybrid weird kid, Edweirdo or Bella herself. But like, maybe not Edweirdo, he's the golden kid. They would be too alarmed and he could read your thoughts before you arrived. Bella herself would be an easy option but where was the fun in that. So it was either between the seer and the weird aff hybrid kid.

Honestly, the kid was probably the easiest target. The seer could see you arrive before it even happened and you didn't want that. So your best choice was to take Resume― Renesmee. Her aunt couldn't see her in her vision and she was too young to even be worried about anything.

A smirk made its way to your lips as you made your chair spin before stopping in front of your stereotypical villain's plan wall and you slowly crossed out Edward, Isabella and Alice with a red marker. Pushing your chair across the room, you smoothly took a pen from your pen holder and slided toward your desk before writing your dear warning to the Cullens.

It would be a simple letter once again, no more than five words or something like that. Smiling at your note, you jumped off your seat and put on your coat before grinning proudly at your wall once again. No one could expect an eight year old to be behind such a masterpiece. Even the Volturi didn't think of it ! Your plan was perfect. And the second part was probably the most interesting. Well, the most interesting after the torture that you will afflic to Isabella in the future but that's a detail.

Thinking about the future torture, you were hesitating between mental torture or like physical one. Considering that she was taller than you and stronger and also a newer vampire, the physical torture was probably not the best option. But that was something for later. For now you needed to deliver a letter.

Taking one last look at your stereotypical villain's plan wall, you smirked before walking out of your secret lair, that was in reality some ruin of a cave or something, and you made sure to close your door behind you, ignoring the burning picture of your victim on your target's plan.

For the past week everyone was on edge. They didn't get Alice nor Edward to tell them what was going to happen. Seems like the vision was too traumatic for them to even process that it will be their future.

"Darlin' you need to talk to someone about it..." Jasper whispered but Alice only shook her head sitting on the couch.

"I can't... I need to try to see how to altern the future before telling anyone what I saw. I just― I must !" She replied and tried to concentrate as much as possible.

"Alice, don't overdo yourself. We don't even know who it is." Rosalie spoke up.

Everyone hated how the seer seemed to beat herself up over something she didn't have the control of. Alice was always trying to see into the future for the past seven days claiming that if she wasn't doing this she would be, and I quote, "useless and disappointed in herself for being weak". Obviously no one agreed with her judgment, she was probably one of the most helpful members of the coven, after all, how many times did her visions saved them in the past three years ?

But Mary Alice Brandon-Cullen was only a side character so let's not focus on her. Let's just focus on Bella.

"It was a child." Edward stepped inside of the living room, followed by his wife and his daughter, and all the eyes were on them three.

"In the vision. There was a small immortal vampire. They had the hand of a child." The golden brunet explained and the room fell silent.

"But I've never encountered any immortals before."

"What did they look like ?" The newest vampire questioned.

"They were hidden. Wearing a hood. The only thing I could see was their hands and their eyes." Alice replied

"They were blood red. And empty yet at the same time so full of, literally everything. As if they held a long untold story behind them. Whoever was in my vision was so broken. In so much pain. They... They became insane..." The pixie-like vampire added and everyone felt a shiver run down their spine until they heard the bell ring.

Going to open the door, Carlisle stopped on his track as he noticed the half burned paper at their doorstep. Taking a deep breath, the blond doctor stepped back inside of the house to the living room, the paper in hand and everyone held their breath (or fake breath) as the next few words escaped his mouth.

"'Keep an eye open Bells'."

Chapter 2

#twilight x reader #villain!reader #child!reader #alice cullen #jasper hale #resume cullen #emmett cullen #rosalie hale #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #edward cullen #bella swan #jacob black #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight imagine

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couldaromanticismsavethem · 6 months ago

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JAKE ENGLISH FROM HOMESTUCK

Justification: “Most of the problems in the alpha session revolve around a love shape since all of his friends have a crush on him, which leads to a massive fight (and then alien lsd). there's a point in the story where he quite literally states he's not sure if he's capable of romantic love. he just wants to have some fun adventures man.”

“i dont have words one of my tumblr mutuals told me to do this and like in the comic his writing is very aromantically coded. so. yeah”

“I wish I could submit pictures oh my god. Ok so like three people had crushes on him and he very much disliked that. He explicitly stated in the text that he doesn’t think he can feel romantic feelings for anyone after having a bad experience dating another character, Dirk. He has also said that he wants to be treated as a person rather than EXCLUSIVELY a romantic interest. His whole character is mirroring a character like Bella Swan that only exists as the middle of a love triangle. He isn’t asexual he’s aroallo, hes never been opposed to any type of attraction other than romantic attraction, which goes with the character he’s a clone of (his interest in blue ladies carries over. That sentence makes more sense if you’ve read homestuck and isn’t completely important to why Jake is aromantic.) anyway jake had much preferred being just friends with everyone who’s been romantically interested in, such as dirk, Jane, aranea, and sorta Roxy. And he’s literally said he doesn’t experience romantic feelings. Yeah. Jakes aro.”

“His one and only relationship crashes and burns disastrously and basically tears apart his entire friend group - and he didn't even want to be in it! He just said yes when the other person asked because he figured that was what he was supposed to do! he's so stupid (aff) someone give him an aro flag before he gets dragged into another horrible relationship.”

“constantly romantically persued by his friends and is deeply not interested/oblivious. its implied the only time theyre in a romantic relationship is because it would be "an adventure" and said relationship ends on fairly bitter terms.”

“Views romance as a burden/is relieved when no one has a crush on her”

Mod Addition: "Jake English is singlehandedly the character this poll got the most submissions for. 8 submissions total."

#couldaromanticismsavethem #arospec #aromanticism #aromantic #jake english #homestuck

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months ago

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Total Eclipse Of The Heart (Part 10)

Jacob Black x Vampire!Swan Reader

Summary: Jacob Black, alpha of his pack, would never fall in love with a bloodsucker, much less imprint on one. The problem is that Y/N Swan was human…until she wasn’t anymore.

Series Masterlist

“What are you doing?” Y/N enters Carlisle’s makeshift operating room to find Bella on the table, writhing in pain. “Where’s Carlisle?” Only Edward, Alice and Rosalie are in attendance.

“He’s out hunting with Esme, they’re on their way back now.” Alice has him on the phone as if that will help.

“You shouldn’t be here,” Edward warns Y/N. “You haven’t fed recently and there will be blood.”

Y/N averts her eyes.

“She’s fine,” Jacob growls.

Alice’s gaze flits between them, the reddened skin on Jacob’s neck and Y/N’s honey colored irises. Oh.

“The placenta must have detached.”

“Get him out now,” Bella insists.

Edward jabs the syringe full of morphine into Bella’s outer thigh.

Rosalie is already holding the scalpel, poised to cut Bella open.

“What are you doing?” Y/N knocks her hand away. “Wait for it to spread.”

“He’s dying!” Bella protests, so sure that the child growing inside her is a son.

Edward looks to her, eyes on fire, pleading with her to just wait.

“Do it now.” Bella insists, no matter the cost.

Rosalie’s makes a clean slice across the bottom of Bella’s abdomen. Distracted by the blood and the hunger it brings.

Alice lunges at her, tackling the blonde to the ground and removing her from the room.

“It’s gonna be ok, Bella.” Y/N takes her hand as Edward works on delivering the baby. Tearing her apart.

Bella’s screams continue until Edward’s bitten through the amniotic sac. Her body is already in shock as the baby is placed into her arms.

“It’s Renesmee.” Edward tells her.

“She’s beautiful.” Bella gives a weak smile.

Y/N strokes sweat damp hair from her sister’s face. “You did it.”

Bella looks to Y/N. “Take care of her for me.”

Y/N nods, assuming she means over the next three days. “I will.”

Bella’s expression goes blank, unseeing eyes landing on Edward as her heart slows to a halt.

Edward takes Renesmee before she can fall from Bella’s arms. “Y/N, take the baby.”

Y/N reaches for the infant, cradling her gently. Bouncing from side to side out of instinct.

Jacob watches, mouth ajar. He imagines her rocking their own children, the ones they may never have.

“Please, Bella.” Y/N sobs. “Please.”

Edward injects his venom directly into Bella’s heart.

Jacob holds Y/N to him, mindful of the baby, as Edward continues pumping her unbeating heart. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“No,” Y/N wails, “please no.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeats, knowing that this is only the beginning of her losses. She would lose Charlie and her mother and every mortal person she’s ever loved. “I’m sorry.”

The pack standing watch outside feels it through the bond, the grief sends a collective howl. Y/N’s pain is Jacob’s and theirs in turn.

Her suffering shoots through him like a physical blow. “What can I do?” He asks, desperately. “Y/N, just tell me what I can do.” Jacob is helpless, powerless to alleviate even an ounce of her agony.

“It should have been me.” Y/N crawls at his back, clinging to him. “I wish it was me.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Y/N shakes her head. She does mean it, she wishes she died back when she was still human. She wishes she could be human again, for Jacob to be human. She longs for the boy with long flowing locks and an easy smile to come save her. To change her back into the blushing girl with blood in her veins. She wants to grow old with him and have his babies. She wants to age out of this life when she’s done all she is meant to. All of that is gone now, like Bella is gone.

Her dying wish being for Y/N to help raise her child is especially cruel, even though Bella didn’t mean for it to be.

Renesmee begins to fuss, in tune with her aunt’s emotions.

“I’m sorry I’m like this.” There aren’t medications for vampires with depression. “I love you, I’m sorry.”

Jacob would tear his own heart out and give it to her on a platter. “There’s nothing to apologize for. You’re doing everything you can.”

“I’m broken.”

“You’re mine.” Jacob murmurs, “you’re mine.” If she’s broken he’ll fix her. If her life is empty then he’ll fill it. Pour all his time into her, his blood, his body, his love and make her whole again.

“I’m yours.” It is easy to mourn the dead, people are taught to do it all their lives. It’s much harder to mourn the living, to be haunted by their perpetual ghost. Jacob Black will haunt her for eternity, standing obediently at her side all the while.

This is about more than Bella, her momentary death only triggered it. That becomes apparent as her heart begins beating erratically while the venom transforms her.

Y/N is happy her sister is going to survive, but it doesn’t fix everything, it only lessens the blow.

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Bella’s transformation is quiet, she’s completely still from the morphine. A stark contrast from Y/N’s. But after the birth of her daughter, she deserves a peaceful beginning to her new life.

Y/N and Jacob take turns with Rosalie and the Cullens, caring for Renesmee who grows significantly each day.

The blonde vampire comes to collect the infant and Jacob takes the opportunity to get Y/N alone, leading her out towards the tree line.

“I want to marry you.”

Y/N flinches at his words. “I know,” she’s already agreed.

“I want to marry you now.” Jacob clarifies, “before we leave. I want Charlie and my dad to be there.”

“That makes perfect sense.”

“We’ve graduated, I have a ring, we’ve got the place lined up in Denali.”

“O-okay.” Y/N stammers.

“I’m going to get down on one knee and ask you.” Jacob warns her. “We can have a small wedding or a big one, whatever you want. We’re going to move to Alaska and start our new lives. I’m going to get you pregnant, no matter what I have to do and I’m gonna do it as many times as you want, okay? Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. All I want you to do is say yes.”

Y/N nods, watching him sink down on the grass, pulling a loose ring from his back pocket.

“This was my mother’s.” Jacob says, “if we need to keep up with the Cullens, I will save up the money to buy you a nice big rock.”

Y/N stares down at the engagement ring in question, a hand etched band adorned with little diamonds. “It’s perfect, I’m…are you sure?”

“I have never been more sure of anything in my entire life.” He stares up at her. “I’ll beg if you want me to.”

“No, don’t beg.” Y/N laughs, “I’ll marry you.”

Jacob slips the ring onto her finger, kissing her hand over the metal band. “Thank you.”

“I wish we had more time here.” Y/N confesses, “this feels so final.” Like they’ll never come back.

“There is something I’ve been thinking about, might buy us some time.”

“I’m all ears.”

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Charlie is chopping wood in the back yard when Jacob and Y/N pull up on the motorcycle.

“Dad.” Y/N calls, as not to startle him.

“Here,” Charlie beckons them to join him near the chopping block.

“Need any help?”

“I think I’ve got it covered. How’s Bella?”

“She’s ok,” Y/N smiles. “We were actually hoping we could talk about something else.”

Charlie cocks his head to the side, “what’s going on, kid?”

“Jacob and I are getting married,” Y/N holds out her hand.

Charlie adjusts his stance, “well, it’s been a long time coming.” Jacob asked his blessing months ago. “I’m happy for you.”

“Second thing,” Jacob cuts in, “it’s about Bella. She is better, but in order for her to get better…”

“She had to change.”

Charlie looks to his oldest daughter, running a hand over his face. “Like you changed?”

“Yeah,” Y/N admits.

“And you can’t tell me what that means, can you?” Charlie knows this game.

“I can’t, but Jacob can give you a rough idea, if you’re open to it.”

Charlie throws up a hand, “go for it.”

Jacob begins removing his clothing, handing them to Y/N.

“Jacob,” Charlie averts his gaze, “put your clothes on.”

“I know this may seem strange.” Jake kicks off his boots.

“No socks?” Y/N scrunches up her nose.

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Charlie says, in disbelief.

“Stranger things happen everyday.”

“I doubt it.” Charlie fights the urge to cover his eyes, Jacob is down to his boxers.

Jake’s body heats up, sending smoke into the air as he phases into the reddish brown wolf Y/N has come to love.

Charlie stumbles backwards, landing on his behind and Y/N steps around her fiancé to help him up.

“It’s ok, Dad. It’s just Jacob.”

“I- do you turn into a big dog too?” Charlie whispers to his daughter.

Y/N chuckles, “no. This is my only form.”

“Oh thank god.”

Part 11

Series Taglist: @vxidnik @remembered-license @itscheybaby @cole22ann @the-tryhard-twihard @zheezs14 @adaydreamaway08 @xcastawayherosx @moneteguiza @stinkii-boii @theatrechic26 @sylum @irrelevant-86

#jacob twilight #jacob black x reader #jacob black x y/n #jacob black x vampire reader #jacob black x you #jacob black imagine #jacob black fanfiction #jacob black #bella swan

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seresinly · 11 months ago

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the Dare You to Move series AO3 | FanFiction.net by hyacinthed and seresin (aka @theclearwaters)

Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Works: 10 Word Count: 275,000+ Status: Complete!!

→ Part One: Between Who You Are and Who You Could Be https://archiveofourown.org/works/25005178 Summary: Seth is the only Clearwater to phase - but his sister becomes a part of the pack anyway. Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Leah Clearwater & Embry Call Word Count: 245,000+ Status: Complete

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→ Part Two: Make the Dog Testify https://archiveofourown.org/works/37790206 Summary: Bella makes a bad decision. Somehow, it is Quil who is left to clean up the mess. Relationship: Quil Ateara V & Bella Swan Word Count: 1,413 Status: Complete

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→ Part Three: Build a Home for Your Family, Build a Castle for Your Friends https://archiveofourown.org/works/38045125 Summary: As Jacob's unofficial second, and as Leah's number one BFF, my allegiance to the Reservation's number-one ass kicking couple could never be questioned. Relationship: Embry Call & Leah Clearwater Word Count: 2,693 Status: Complete

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→ Part Four: Raised by Wolves and Other Beasts https://archiveofourown.org/works/38458513 Summary: Standing on the Clearwaters’ doorstep, Jacob raises his hand to the doorbell and hopes his evening will begin like this:

Leah, who'll sport a deeply convincing scowl, will wrench open the door, and though she'll be really very pissed, a tiny hint of a smile will peek through. He'll make some idiotic comment instead of a proper greeting, and it'll be enough to coax a real smile out of her, and just like that, the Bella Situation will be forgotten.

Instead, it begins like this. Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Others Word Count: 2,315 Status: Complete

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→ Part Five: Leah and Kim’s Great Adventure https://archiveofourown.org/works/38543041 Summary: “So,” Kim says, fiddling with the dials of the radio. “Where are we going?”

“Port Angeles. I have an appointment.”

“That sounds kind of ominous,” Kim says, settling on the crappy college station that insists on pioneering the insufferable concept of Metal Mondays. “Ooh, is it a hair appointment? Are we getting matching haircuts?”

“Not quite,” Leah says, merging onto the highway. “We’re going to Planned Parenthood.” Relationship(s): Leah Clearwater & Kim Conweller, Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Word Count: 1,097 Status: Complete

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→ Part Six: Meddling Kids and Their Dog https://archiveofourown.org/works/38578416 Summary: The Twilight-Maury crossover episode. Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black, Others Word Count: 3,328 Status: Complete

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→ Part Seven: the soft rhythm of you https://archiveofourown.org/works/39547293 Rating: Explicit Summary: Leah stills, pulling back just enough to get a good look at him. “Do you want to stop?” His answer is immediate, spilling from his lips before she can reconsider. “No. I’ve just . . . never done any of this before.” She strokes his cheekbone with her thumb, soothing his racing heart with little more than a smile of the eye-crinkling variety, a smile that she only ever does for him. “How about I show you?” Relationship: Leah Clearwater/Jacob Black Word Count: 2,077 Status: Complete

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→ Part Eight: I Share Your Darkest Thoughts With You (but share no consequences for them) https://archiveofourown.org/works/40275090 Summary: As the Alpha, Sam spends his days painfully aware of the list of Things He Has to Do. Things that, if they knew, Old Quil and Billy (and Sue) would whoop his ass for not having done already. Potentially life-altering, crucial things, absolutely none of which involve hiking halfway up the Olympic Mountains with Bella fucking Swan as part of the stupidest game of hide-and-seek he has ever heard of. Relationship: Sam Uley & Bella Swan Word Count: 5,043 Status: Complete

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→ Part Nine: Between How It Is and How It Should Be https://archiveofourown.org/works/40875951 Summary: In hindsight, she probably should have listened when Jacob insisted that hiking halfway up the mountain and spending half the night with seven bloodsuckers was not a good idea. Relationship: Jacob Black/Leah Clearwater Word Count: 2,492 Status: Complete

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→ Part Ten: The Deleted Scenes https://archiveofourown.org/works/42887007 Word Count: 6,955 Status: Complete

#leah clearwater #jacob black #blackwater #twilight fanfiction #twific #jacob black/leah clearwater #jacob/leah

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fanficy-au · 1 year ago

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Snapping Away | Leah x Sam

Title: Snapping Away For: anon Summary: Leah gets hurt/almost killed in the newborn battle at the end of Eclipse, causing Sam’s imprint with Emily to break. He is in love with Leah, but she is untrusting. He is determined to get her to trust him again. Requested Word Count: 10k Final Word Count: 10,018 Rating: Explicit Relationships: Leah Clearwater x Sam Uley Tags: imprint breaking, vaginal sex, oral sex, mild anti-imprint, happy ending Read on A03 | Commission Info Snapping Away | Part I

Sam hopes that the imprints will be safe from the fight. He sent Quill to guard them, even though the Cullens voiced protests and insisted that they were needed everywhere here, he refused to give in. He refuses to let the imprints be vulnerable in a time like this, no matter how far they are onto the reservation. If they had everywhere here, all it could take is one vampire. One mistake and they could lose everything.

He does not care that the blood suckers have their own mates, that Edward is insisting on his love for Bella; the cold ones - no one - could ever understand what it means to be imprinted on someone. To have them be your everything. Saying that they love their imprints simply is not enough. There is not a single word in their language or any language that fully conveyed that feeling, like your entire life and soul is in the palm of someone else’s hands.

He hates that this entire situation puts them at risk. He feels bitter about being dragged into the business between vampires. He knows the threat of the newborns should surpass that, but the more he looks around between the vampires, the more he thinks that it could have been avoided if the Cullens did not drag Charlie Swan’s daughter into their mess in the first place.

The cold ones were never supposed to get this close to humans.

He shakes, the fur in his wolfen form shaking off the morning dew with it. He needs to keep his head clear, for the sake of the pack, their families, their imprints. Just the thought of one of the newborns straying off and getting too close to their mates makes him growl.

“The imprints will be fine,” Seth tries to speak up through the connection, but hearing his voice just makes Sam more irritated; the young innocence of Seth being in the middle of this does not settle right with him, even if it is his duty as a pack member.

Sam takes his frustration out on his enemy. He snaps at one of the newborns on top of one of the Cullens, the newborn’s skull crushing between his teeth like dust. The cold-one, Jasper, gives him a pointed look, like he feels Sam’s frustration, or maybe he knows Sam’s jaws got a little closer than needed. He snorts at the look they give him, but both of them understand there’s more at stake now than just an age-old feud.

“The bloodsuckers will be out soon at this rate,” Paul growls as he crushes a vampire’s body underneath his paw, biting their head and tearing it away with ease. Sam can only imagine what bliss the other wolf is feeling at being able to let loose so freely.

“Don’t get too cocky,” Sam warns, eying the newborns that climb and scramble toward them with a frenzy.

Paul only snorts, not even giving a proper response, and Sam sighs. The best he can do is only hope that Paul does not get too ahead of himself in this mess; that none of them do.

“ Leah,” Sam barks out an order, sharply, “ Take the left, protect the human.”

Leah winces, internally shrinking away as she feels her wolf cower at the voice of the alpha of the pack. She tells herself that the anger in his voice is not directed at her, just the situation. That he is just pissed that the vampires let Bella get too close. But she remembers a time when he never sounded angry at her, that he would not even dream of it. She spirals, knowing that the more she thinks about it, the more the rest of the pack can hear her.

“Bella, ” Jake growls out a correction that goes largely ignored, “ And I can take care of her.”

It is obvious that he does not trust her to do it; of course he does not. No matter how much she does for the pack, she knows that none of them do. She can hear her brother whining, but is unable to go comfort her. Sam snaps.

“No, you’re too close to the problem. She’ll do it.”

Leah has to obey. She does not get any choice, so when she traces Bella’s scent, her paws are moving before she can even think. All the Cullens circle around her, as if they could protect her. Leah watches as Edward stands in front of the human, the solid look in his eyes, the protective stance. She wonders if she was in Bella’s position, if she was being targeted like this, would anyone do the same for her? Would the pack circle around her, protect her? Would Sam?

She knows the answer, even as the Cullens surrounding Bella start to dwindle as they venture away to take care of the newborns. Leah stays as close as she can to the girl. She couldn’t move too far if she wanted to. She smells the vampire before it lunges, hears Bella’s screams before her ears ring. The vampire jumps for Bella, and Leah does not hesitate as she jumps in front of the woman. The vampire crunches in her jaws and she does not realize what happened until she feels fangs digging into her flesh, hands ripping into her fur. The pain vibrates through her system, blinding her, as she howls. she is not sure who gets the vampires off of her; Edward, she thinks, numbly.

She looks back at Bella, standing, and then takes a step forward only for her legs to give out underneath her. She looks up and sees Bella’s horrified expression. The last thing she feels is a warmth in her chest, a longing, and then the world goes black.

Sam kept a close eye on Leah. He should not. He knows where his loyalties are, where his love is. He knows that Leah means nothing to him, not anymore, as much as it was hard to understand. He knows Leah is a big girl. A strong girl. Once upon a time, it was part of the reason he fell in love with her. He knows she can take care of herself.

He is not heartless. He is forced to remember each time they shifted how she feels about him. He feels her heartbreak, her loneliness, her love. As much as he tried, he could never return it, all he could think about is Emily. All he could see is her. Leah’s hurt was overpowered by his love for the woman he left her for. So he felt obligated, as her previous lover, as her alpha, to keep an eye on her. Maybe a closer eye than he is keeping on everyone else.

So he sees it. He sees the vampire that lunges for Bella. He sees her take the bait. As she bites into the vampire aiming for Bella, the other newborns jump for Leah. The vampire in her clutches is a sacrifice for an ambush. Her pained howl is a scream of death, the sounds of an animal dying. Edward gets them off of her, but the damage is done.

Sam’s eyes dilate as Leah takes one step before crumbling, her body looking lifeless and limp. Something inside of him snaps. A string of fate cuts away, releasing whatever it is that was holding him back. His mind clears, like a fog lifting away, as the man inside of him tames the inner beast. For the first time in a while, he looks at Leah - looks at the way she is crumbled on the ground, the way her chest barely rises - and he thinks of her, not Emily.

Sam’s roaring howl penetrates through the air loudly, overpowering the sounds of the fight. The haunting sound seems to echo through to the bones of the pack, as something shifts.

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Leah cannot handle the fact that she is forced to get better in some blood sucker’s house. Why is there even a bed here, she thinks bitterly, her hands clutching the sheets, knowing the vampires don’t really need it; at what it could be used for other than sleep, her face turns into immediate disgust with the sudden urge to get out. She tries just that, but as soon as she moves, her body collapses onto the bed, leaving her staring at the ceiling with a disgusted, frustrated expression.

Her body hurts. She can tolerate the bed if it means just resting even for a little bit. She closes her eyes and she has to admit that it is nice. Not being in her wolf form, as much as she loves it, is nice. She can feel the tug of the pack in the back of her mind, but it remains clear of the pack’s thoughts. She does not have to hear them berating her, or hear Sam barking at her with such malice, or see all of Sam’s thoughts of Emily; if their shifting happened earlier, or if things had just happened differently, would she see Sam thinking of her like that?

God, she feels pathetic thinking about something like that when she almost died; she did almost die, did not she? She feels like it. She knows that from where she is, it also means she has to actually thank that blood sucker posing as a doctor for saving her. Ugh.

This couldn’t get any worse. Her nose twitches. The familiar scent of her brother lingering outside the door to the room makes her feel safe - but there’s another scent rudely protruding its way through, violently and overpowering in the way only an alpha could be. Sam.

Seth knows his sister is awake. He can not explain how he knows it. She has not made any particular noise, there’s been no changes in smells. But he can feel it. Just like how he can feel that she wants to be left alone. Which is why as much as it pains him, he tries his best to stand between the door and his leader, Sam.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea, Sam.” Seth tries his best to speak up, knowing that it is for his sister helps him find that courage, and he is lucky that so far, Sam has not ordered him to move. But he is waiting for the command, waiting for Sam to snap at him, and being forced to sit to the side as he watches Sam storm into her room and say whatever it is he wants to say.

he is really, really tired of that. he is tired of seeing Sam strut into her life - their life - like nothing ever happened. he is tired of seeing his sister cry, of seeing her being forced to put her emotions aside and listen to their leader. he is tired of seeing Sam break his sister’s heart.

Now, he can't even picture Sam as his brother in law; it is a hard, bitter pill to swallow.

Sam’s eyes narrow, “Why not?”

He just asked if she was awake, if he could go in. He plans on seeing her, making sure she is okay. He needs to know that she is at least healing well and not permanently hurt. He does not understand why that’s such a problem -

Oh.

He looks at the expression on Seth’s face. The way the younger wolf won’t even look him in the eye, despite trying to stand his ground, shows how nervous and scared he looks. He realizes what Seth expects him to do - what Leah would expect him to do. What he usually does when she gets hurt or something happens. When he does not ignore her, he would bark his way through everything, including her. Reprimand her for not doing better.

Something in his chest twists. He takes a step back, and really looks at the way Seth refuses to look at him. Her younger brother has never been that scared of him before; he can even remember just how chipper and friendly the boy has always been.

When did that change?

“I - I guess she is still sleeping,” Sam finally speaks, swallowing thickly, “Let her rest. When she wakes up, let her know that we have her patrol shifts covered until she recovers. I should go check in with the others.”

Seth does not quite trust the way Sam suddenly backs off, but he does let his guard down, relaxing a bit as he realizes there’s not going to be a fight.

“Jacob is with Bella,” Seth tries to be helpful, “I think the others have already gone to Emily’s house to make sure their imprints are okay.”

The imprints. The word washes over him like ice, chilling him to his veins. Emily. Sam’s mouth suddenly feels dry, her name not filling him with a sense of purpose like it before. The name feels hollow. Empty and meaningless, just a name to a face. Just the thought of her starts to make him feel something he is never felt since the imprint - regret.

Sam’s glad he already has his back to the other boy, thankful he won’t see the way Sam’s expression drops. He absently scratches at his chest and just gives a simple nod before turning out the door.

Part II

Leah is relieved when she can finally stretch her legs and get out of the Cullens’ house. To their credit, they left her alone while she recovered, but she doubts that was much for her sake. But she still feels oddly hollow as she leaves. No pack member comes to make sure she is okay or help her home. No one cheers for her or her recovery. She knows that Seth would have been, but her little brother has picked up a lot of the slack left in the pack from her being gone.

Staring out at the forest line, a wave of melancholy washes over her. For her whole life, the forest has been home. When she shifted, after the shock wore off, it felt like it validated the way she is connected to the woods. Now, she feels like she is waiting to enter her own personal hell. To go back to Sam, the pack, Emily.

“Leah,” Bella’s scent reaches her. “Can - Can I talk to you? Before you go, I just -”

Bella fiddles with the sleeves of her shirt. She doesn't know how to tell Leah that she is worried that the second Leah goes back to the pack that she will never get a chance to talk to her. The chances they get to talk without outside interference is extremely rare; especially now that Leah has shifted. But Bella knows that each time they do get that chance, she cherishes it. She always has. Even though Jacob Black is her childhood best friend, Leah is a friend too.

Leah just nods, lingering on the forest, but she does not hear or feel Sam’s influence. No pull to leave just yet. When she fixes her gaze on Bella, she notices the nerves right away.

“What’s wrong?”

She can not understand why Bella would pull her aside like this, though the excuse to postpone going back is welcome.

“Nothing is wrong , I just -” Bella sighs heavily, “I just don’t really get the chance to talk to you and right now, you’re the only friend I really have that knows the truth about everything.”

Leah finds that hard to believe. Bella is a sweet girl, one who should not be as mixed up as she is in all of this supernatural mess. But despite how popular Bella may be, she supposes Bella has a point. Her options for talking to someone about this - the battle, the understanding that there is more out there, all of it - is limited.

Leah raises a brow, “I thought the Cullens were your friends now? I am sure Alice would love to talk, she is pretty chatty.”

Leah winces as she says it, the bluntness of her words coming off a bit cattier than she meant to. But Bella just laughs.

“ That - that is exactly why you’re the friend I need right now. You are the only one who tells me what you actually think. Everyone here is nice, Edward is nice . But I am tired of being treated like glass.”

“You are to them, though,” Leah nudges Bella, before taking a step back when she sees Bella wince. “- to us too.”

“I guess,” Bella mutters, “But I did not mean just physically. No one here will actually talk to me or tell me what to do or if I am doing the right thing -”

She sighs in frustration, “Like seriously, Leah. What do you think of a woman who falls in love with a vampire? A vampire who actually cares about her, protects her from his world. She is best friends with a werewolf, who falls in love with her. But she loves the vampire. A vampire who asks to marry her, which she accepts, and in the process, breaks her best friend’s heart?”

Ah. So this is about that. Leah never really knows what to do about stuff like this. Girl talk. Leah crosses her arms tightly.

“Well, unfortunately you are talking to a woman who fell in love with a completely normal man, who ended up turning into a werewolf. Then her werewolf fiancé left her for her cousin - slash-best friend and now that woman is a werewolf too. A part of his pack. But she is forced to obey his every whim and command, all while watching every moment of his new love story play in her own head. If you’re looking for sympathy or shock, I don’t have any left to give you.”

Bella lets out a small, airy laugh. She nudges Leah, but the woman does not budge. “I don’t want sympathy or shock. I get that enough from everyone else.”

Her expression becomes more sober, as she continues a bit more softly, “I want your opinion. As a woman who's been through something similar to what I am about to put Jacob through. I know it is not the same situation but honestly Leah, am I doing the right thing?”

“I don’t know.” Leah answers, sincerely, “But I think you should consider yourself lucky. You get to choose. You should not let me or anyone tell you who to go for.” Leah’s chest tightens as she looks at Bella, her eyes betraying her pain. “But Jacob has shifted. He may think he loves you since he has not imprinted on someone yet, but he will. And when he does, he will leave you and go to them. You may think he won’t ever hurt you or leave you, but he will. He won’t have much of a choice either, and pretty soon, immediately, it will be like whatever happened between the two of you never existed. It will be like you never existed.”

Leah thinks it is ironic that Bella compares her situation to Jacob’s. In Leah’s eyes, she sees more parallels to Bella. In a rare moment, she clasps Bella on the shoulder and squeezes it. Her voice pleads with Bella to not end up like her, to not end up so hurt and broken and alone.

“Since you get a choice, you should go for the one that’s less painful.”

Part III

“Keep this information to just the pack.” Billy Black sighs heavily, “I would say keep it to just yourself, but I know that’s damn impossible.”

Sam looks at the elders of the tribe in front of him. Despite being the alpha of the pack, he still feels small as the fires of the bonfire illuminate their faces. Power and wisdom is behind each of their gaze. Power he knows that he can not hold a candle to because right now, he does not even have any wisdom to balance it.

“it is going to be hard,” Billy looks at him with a stern gaze, “The pack will be unsettled. They’ll talk among each other. They might be more nervous around their imprints. They might act out or have questions. You have to keep them under control, do you understand?”

Sam nods and Billy continues, “Don’t let the imprints know everything just yet. Keep them in the dark as long as you can, order the others to do the same. I don’t know how long that will last, but we have to try. I don’t want any imprints telling their wolves to do anything crazy because they feel insecure.”

Sam winces. He can not see any of them doing something like that, but he supposes it is possible. An imprint could use that bond, that pull, for their own benefit. They could have their wolf run away with them, in theory, away from the pack, away from the reservation. It has happened once before - a very well kept secret between the elders and the leader of the current pack.

“Does Emily know that something is wrong yet,” another elder questions gently, “Could this be you misunderstanding something?”

He knows the elder does not mean it in a negative way, but Sam bristles at being second guessed, even if it is by an elder.

“Emily suspects something is wrong. When I got back from the battle, she thought I died. She said that the warmth she feels, the connection, suddenly went cold. It was like she couldn’t feel me anymore. I think she is starting to wonder why she still feels that way when I am okay.”

“So I am not misunderstanding anything,” Sam stands his ground, “The imprint connection is gone. Not severed, not cut, gone. I don’t feel anything toward Emily, at least not like that. I am not compelled by anything for her.”

“If you don’t feel anything toward her, do you feel like you did before the imprint?” Billy asks sharply. “Do you feel anything toward Leah? Considering your past engagement, has anything changed since this has happened?”

Sam knows what he is really asking him. With the imprint gone, can Sam just love freely? Can he feel those types of feelings for someone else now? He just really wishes that he was not being asked that with Sue Clearwater staring right at him. The more he looks at her, the more he really sees the face of the woman who was going to be his mother in law.

“I feel… different.” Sam tries his best, but it is difficult for him to find the ability to lie to any of the elders of the tribe. “I don’t feel indifferent toward her like I did before. I… I feel more aware of her. Of everything.”

He finds it difficult to tell them that he does still love Leah with Sue watching him so carefully.

“When I imprinted on Emily, it was like I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even acknowledge what I used to feel toward Leah or what happened between us or how she might feel.”

It is jarring, he realizes. When he first became a wolf, it shifted everything inside of him. He felt like a completely different person, but he got used to it and then after some time, it became his new normal. He convinced himself that it was just how he was supposed to be now. But now? Now it is like all that has been ripped away from him. Every feeling, every sensation, every urge that he has felt has disappeared. He still feels the wolf inside of him, he still feels like the alpha, but his mind feels so… clear.

He feels nothing toward Emily. He thinks about her, he looks at her, and she no longer feels like the sun that his world rotates around. She no longer feels like some being that is above him, that is his everything. And now that the feeling is gone, he can look back and know that that sensation wasn’t love. Obsession, maybe, but not love.

It felt nothing like he did - like he does - toward Leah. Everything he felt toward her had felt like it was locked away, stored behind a wall, but now that the dam has broken, it has come flooding back. He loves Leah. He always has.

He has a choice now, between the woman he has felt tethered to and the woman he loved freely. He chooses Leah. He just has to see if she can choose him.

Sam looks directly at Sue. “Now I do. For what it is worth, Sue, I am sorry for what I put her and your family through.”

He feels like he has to tell her. She deserves to know how he feels about everything, about her daughter, about what happened. He feels like he needs to tell her before he even thinks about talking to Leah. After everything that he did to them, he needs that seal of forgiveness from one of the strongest women he knows before he can even think about approaching that woman’s daughter.

“Does Leah know,” Sue finally speaks up after a moment of silence.

Sam swallows thickly, “No. She just got back from recovering and I haven’t seen her. She has not shifted since the battle. I’ve kept Seth busy with patrols, so I don’t think he has had the chance to talk to her over anything he might have picked up.”

Sue smiles, leaning back in her seat, “You should.”

She grants her permission gracefully. She knows that this may complicate a lot of things between her family, but they are strong. They are Clearwaters. Whatever the outcome, they will prevail. She knows it may end up breaking Emily’s heart. As much as she feels for the position all of this may put her niece in, her daughter deserves just as much of a chance at her happy ending.

It is not Seth that tells Leah about what has been spreading through the pack conne ction. Instead, it is her own mother, who whispers to her that the elders told her to keep it a secret and do not want it spreading. She swore to them that she would leave it to the alpha to tell her, but that it would not be the first time she has lied for her children.

“Sam believes that his imprint on Emily has been severed,” Sue faces her daughter, braces herself for any type of reaction. She does not tell her daughter that Sam should be talking to her soon, or that it is possible that Sam loves her. She keeps it simple, easy to digest, and she waits.

She plants her feet on the ground. She waits to see if her daughter will shift in a fit of rage, lash out and leave her scarred. She would never blame her daughter for shifting now, for letting her emotions come out.

She does not flinch when Leah moves or when Leah screams even as Sue braces for the worst. But no wolf comes bellowing after her or out the door. Instead, Leah’s legs give out as she collapses to the ground.

Sue holds her daughter, cradles her on the wooden floor of their modest house as Leah sobs. The heartbreaking sound seems to echo through the empty house as her body shakes. It is an ugly sob, one that leaves her mouth feeling dry and cottony, one that makes her nose suddenly feel stuffy like she can not breath as tears run down her cheeks.

“It is not fair,” she cries, her voice wavering and broken, it is the only thought she can voice out loud. “ It is not fair, it is not fair.”

How dare Sam’s imprint with Emily break now? When she was starting to get used to it, accepting it; she would never be happy, but she could accept it. She has gotten good at swallowing her feelings, keeping it out of the pack connection. She got good at pretending to be happy. She learned to place nice with Emily. When Sam first imprinted on Emily, all she could think was why wasn’t it her? Why couldn’t her fiancé imprint on her? Love her? Obsess over her?

Everything she has carefully bottled up erupts from her. She used to dream for this moment, wish for it, pray for it. She used to pray to her ancestors that something was wrong and in her worst moments, she wished ill to Emily and Sam, for them to suffer like they made her suffer. She used to pray that one day he would wake up. At the beginning, she used to imagine him suddenly realizing that he does not love Emily, that it has been her all along. He would come running to her immediately, sweeping her off her feet, kissing her, telling her that he loves her.

But now? Now that it has happened, that it is real, she is not sure that is what she wants anymore. She does not know what she wants from this. She does not know if she could trust him, if she would spend every day wondering if he would leave her again. She does not know if she can trust Emily. She does not know what something like this will mean for the pack - for her.

She has no idea how this will play out, how things will end. She is suddenly washed over with anxiety as she goes over the worst case scenarios, like everyone blaming her for the imprint breaking, Emily vocally hating her, her entire life somehow becoming even worse.

It takes time before she calms down. A lot of time. Her mother stays with her through it all, holding her tightly as she rubs circles on her back. Leah gets a sense of deja vu, with her mother doing the same when she sobbed for hours over her father’s death and when Sam when he first imprinted on Emily. She is not sure how she feels that she keeps ending up like this over a guy.

When her mind starts to clear, as she wipes the tears from her eyes, she starts to think that maybe it will not be that bad. Maybe somehow this will end up okay.

“We will get through it,” her mother swears to her, “We are Clearwaters and we are strong. You are strong.”

Something about hearing that from her mother, the strongest woman she knows, makes her break down in tears again.

Part IV

Emily knows that something is wrong. She has known that since the battle. She can not ever explain the way she felt during the battle. How she was in the house with the other imprints, trying to soothe all of them while she felt that same nerve wrecking fear for not only their lives but the lives of their pack. Then it hit her. Like something knocking the wind out of her, she felt like for just a second, every part of her had just stopped, and when it started again it was like being revived. But she wasn’t quite the same.

The imprint connection - that warmth that she grew to love, the kindle of the fire in her heart, the string that tied her to Sam, to the pack - was gone.

She feared the worst, sobbed on the ground in the privacy of the kitchen, trying not to alarm the others. She had put on a brave face, held herself together in their company, because she thought that was what he would have wanted. But then he came back. Alive. She was happy, she thought, but then when their eyes met, it felt like she was looking at a stranger.

The connection never came back, so she bided her time by doing the cooking for the pack, taking care of the imprints, putting on a facade, knowing deep down that when Sam finally got the courage to come see her, to talk to her, things would never be the same.

She does her best to prepare herself. She packs her things. The imprints start to bother her for answers, noticing the behavior and the way the house seems more empty. She does not know what to tell them, but she does tell them what she can. They are all shaken at the thought of the imprint they have just disappearing in a blink, and she sees the hesitation in their eyes as they look at their wolf partners.

“I am sorry,” Sam has the audacity to apologize.

This is Sam. The man she gave up everything for. He never asked her to, but she did so gladly. She did not care much at the time that it meant that the close bond she had with her family would never be the same. That the friendship she had with her cousin may never recover. She did it all for him. The worst part is that she knows that while the imprint may have given her the feelings she had, the choices were all hers.

“Do you still love me,” she asks, “Even without the imprint, do you still love me?”

His silence is all the answer she needs. She wishes that she felt something, anything. Anything to justify everything that she has done all this time, but she still feels oddly indifferent.

“Do you love her,” Emily continues, “Do you - do you love Leah again?”

Sam can not quite look her in the eyes, “I don’t think I ever really stopped.”

The imprint is gone with everything he has ever felt toward Emily. All that is left is the man, the man who loves her cousin, the man who knows he messed up. The wolf still howls at him, clawing to try to make sense of this shift, but he knows he can tame it. He will tame it. His hands start to shake and when he takes a step toward Emily, she flinches.

He takes a step back, “We’ll figure something out, but I don’t think you can stay here.”

She looks at Sam carefully. She tries to see an ounce of the man she had fallen in love with, the one that obsessed over her, fawned over her. The one who would do anything for her. She always told herself that it was not the imprint that made her love him, but looking at him now, maybe it was.

“Most of my things are already packed,” she admits, “Just let me talk to my cousin before I leave.”

When Leah hears the news that Emily is moving, likely out of the reservation entirely if the rumors are to be believed, she finds herself meeting her cousin at the moving truck sitting outside of the house that is unofficially the imprints’ nest. Seeing her cousin’s things packed into boxes, ready to go without much thought, makes the truth of the imprint breaking all too real.

It seems like the entire area is cleared the moment that Leah is spotted. While Paul and Sam are nowhere to be seen, the others quickly finish their heartfelt goodbyes to Emily before shuffling their imprints into the safety of the house. She hates the mixed looks she gets as they do so - some looking at her with pity, others with contempt as if it is her fault that this is happening. Whatever. She already knew that between the two of them, Emily is always the most loved.

It is painfully obvious with the way the imprints are visibly torn up by Emily’s departure. At least with them in the house, Leah does not need to worry about any of them lashing out at her. She would never hurt an imprint, but she knows that her words can be a bit callous; one of the wolves may take it as a threat if she is a bit too crass with their imprint.

She tries to at least be thankful that Sam is not here, but that thankfulness is a bit bitter since despite being an ‘alpha’, Sam still has not spoken to her directly. The longer he waits, the more the anger starts to linger in her chest, the more she wants to lash out at him the second she sees him, the more she becomes uncertain about what this all means.

“He still loves you,” Emily speaks up first. She scratches at the scar on her face. With the imprint gone, she has started to notice it more and more with each passing day. She’d never say it out loud, but she is thankful to get out of the reservation, out of the pack.

Of course Sam would still tell her that before telling Leah. It does not surprise her that even now, Emily is the first to know. Emily is the first he talks to. Emily is the one who knows everything. She shifts a bit on her feet. Despite that, she still knows Emily is telling her the truth. That she is not just saying something to make her feel better.

Leah snorts, crossing her arms, “Yeah? Well maybe that means you can be my maid of honor this time around. Ya know, like what we originally planned.”

Leah spits it out bitterly, and a bit crassly. Her and Emily had planned their weddings for years growing up, always planning to be each other’s maid of honor. When Leah had been engaged to Sam, they actually put that childhood pack into motion. She had come into town because they were planning on going to the city to pick out dresses. They did pick out dresses. Emily fawned over the wedding dress Leah decided on, while Leah turned around and did the same as they found the perfect bridesmaid dress for Emily. They came home, laughing, filled with anxious nerves over what is to come.

Leah will never forget what happened. The way that she saw Sam and lit up, excited to tell him about their day, excited to tease him over the fact that she picked out a dress, and she was even excited to introduce her favorite cousin to her favorite man. Sam did greet her first. He did give her a kiss. He did hold her in his arms for a moment before turning to introduce himself to Emily, but then his eyes locked with hers.

Everything went downhill fast from there. In fact, it rather snowballed like an avalanche that she could not escape the damage of.

As far as Leah is concerned, Emily deserves this. Emily deserves to get some idea of what she felt that day. She deserves to know what it is like to have everything you ever want, to have a man who loves you, only for it to be gone in the blink of an eye.

Emily had taken everything from her, and instead of apologizing, instead of even trying to fight the imprint, she and Sam were engaged without much time. Emily had asked her to fulfill her childhood promise, as if Leah had not asked the same of her for the same man just weeks beforehand. Emily had the nerve to even ask if she could have Leah’s dress, since they were similar sizes, offering her previously picked bridesmaid dress in return. Leah had finally snapped after that, even took to shredding both dresses for good measure. It had made her feel a bit better at the time, but the cathartic feeling did not last long enough.

Emily was never sympathetic to Leah. She asked her if she was okay, but it always felt insincere, more out of a curtsey, and it was always in passing with witnesses, never somewhere private where Leah really could answer her. Leah said she was okay once in a muted, defeated fashion, and just like that, Emily moved on as if that meant everything was fine.

Leah does not have it in her to be sympathetic now.

It makes it easier seeing how just like before, Emily is not putting up much of a fight. She is just accepting it. As if Sam’s love is not worth fighting for. Emily is not just taking it in stride, or even gracefully, she takes it rolled over like a puppy. She takes it at face value, and accepts it immediately for what it is without much question.

Leah had come expecting something - to see Emily heartbroken, or to have some big argument, anything. Instead, Emily just looks like she is accepting everything in a snap, as if she is not too bothered by it, which in turns bothers Leah.

Leah turns away from her cousin, well, if she is not going to put up a fight, Leah is not about to start one. She has a feeling if she lingers around longer than she needs to that it may come to that.

She glances at the imprints that are watching from the window. She wonders, in the back of her mind, if the connection they had were suddenly severed, if they would feel the same way. If they would suddenly not have any feelings for their wolves, if they would take it laying down or fight for what they had.

She thinks about her little brother and hopes that if something like that were to ever happen to him, or even the other pack members, that it would be the latter. She hopes that the imprints fight for what they have, for the relationships that they have created, just for his sake.

Part V

“Sam’s on his way,” Seth comes bursting through the door, sliding across the wooden planks in a hurry, his breath panting as if he just ran. His voice rises in a frantic panic. “Sam’s on his way!!”

Leah turns to her little brother, unbothered, “What do you expect me to do about that?”

Seth thinks for a moment. He came running over. He barely even got his pants on after shifting outside of the house. He was determined to get to Leah before Sam. But now that he is here -

“I don’t know,” he admits, “I just thought I should warn you.”

She deserves that much, he thinks, instead of Sam just suddenly springing himself on his sister. Leah deserves a notice to prepare herself. But Seth does not know how to tell his sister that he just wanted to be sure to be present before shit hit the fan. That he wanted to be there in case it went south. In case he needed to protect her. He does not know how he would do that against the alpha, but he could try.

“Warn her against what,” Sam’s voice calls from the doorway in amusement as Seth jumps.

“You apparently,” Leah chimes in, arms crossed, as she looks at Sam with a raised brow, challengingly.

Seth looks between the two of them. He can see Sam flinch as Leah talks to him, and how his sister stands her ground evenly, her head held high. The tension in the room starts to become thick as Leah stares Sam down. Seth swallows thickly and decides that his sister can take care of herself before bolting.

“Apparently,” Sam repeats.

Silence. Neither of them breathes a word. Sam takes the way that Leah glares at him in stride, knowing he deserves it. He has been a bit of a coward for not showing his face sooner, going as far as not even asking her to do any pack duties while this all got sorted out. In truth, he just is not sure how much she even wanted to see him. He is blissfully unaware of the how that has made Leah feel more disconnected from the pack in the past weeks, how it has made her feel alone and confused; she is thankful, she supposes, that she did not have to handle the packs’ thoughts on top of her own, but she hates being straight up ignored.

Sam knows by now she has heard the news, that she knows Emily is gone (that particular meeting was fresh in all of the wolves’ minds). He saw what happened through the packs’ eyes during their connection as wolves, but it did not do much to help know what Leah wants out of anything. Leah had not even said much to her cousin, barely even said a goodbye. She did not even seem shaken when Emily had told Leah that he still loved her.

He just does not know how she feels about any of it. She has not said a word to anyone, or created any scene with Emily. She has not come seeking him out, demanding answers. She has not done anything except take the fact that she was not currently welcomed on patrols in stride, and talk only among her mother and her brother. She had been rather unforthcoming on anything.

He can not fully blame her. He knows that it is his fault. He is the one who was not forthcoming, he is the one who did not come to her sooner.

He sighs heavily and finally takes the first step toward closing the gap between them, “I know you’ve heard it from everyone else, but you need to hear it from me.”

He owes it to Leah to be honest and upfront. He needs to make sure she understands.

“My imprint with Emily is gone.” He confirms. “Not just severed, but gone.”

“And now you don’t love her anymore,” Leah rolls her eyes, “So you’ve what? Come here to your second choice? Or am I your third choice now since you left me for her?”

He deserves that he knows, but he still bites his inner cheek at her tone. The wolf is not happy that a subordinate is speaking back. But this is not a talk between an alpha and a pack member. This is a talk between a man and his ex-fiancée.

“Leah, I know I messed up. I can tell you everything , but it still would not excuse what I did to you and how I’ve hurt you.”

“So you came crawling back,” Leah summarizes, her lips thinning as she nods condescendingly. The anger starts to boil in her veins. “You think that just because I loved you then that I must accept you with open arms now, right? That I am just that pathetic.”

He notices the past tense. Loved. His hands shake at his sides, the wolf inside of him howling. He knows that it is unfair to expect her to still love him after everything, but he had hoped that they could salvage something. Maybe in time even get back what they used to have.

“Leah,” he repeats her name firmly to keep from cursing, his voice rising. He tries his best to keep his alpha tone in check, not wanting to force her to listen. He is done forcing her to do anything. “I am trying to apologize.”

“You’re doing a shit job at it,” she snaps, “You think an apology is enough for what you did? I love you.”

Sam stops, processing the present tense of the phrase, the way she lets it slip how she really feels.

She snarls, taking a step forward, “I had to sit there, day after day, listening to how much you loved her. I had to listen, and see everything! I know you did not even think about me once . I know you did not even feel sorry for anything!”

She gets closer to him with every word. She snarls and spits at him, baring her teeth as the wolf in her growls. She starts to close the gap between them. She knows that she could never win in a fight, just like she knows that at any moment, he could order her to stop everything, but since he has not, she is going to take her chance to let out everything that she has been holding back.

“I do now,” Sam barks back, his anger rising as she starts to yell at him, “I am sorry now and I am sorry I couldn’t say it sooner! Damnit Leah, I never stopped loving you!”

The tension in the room is palpable, like a bubble seconds away from popping. Sam does not know when she got so close to him, but she is close enough that if he just reaches out, he could touch her. He can smell her natural scent, her shampoo, her everything. Taking in that smell is all it takes for him to take a deep breath and calm his raging heart.

“The imprint - it affected a lot of things,” he tries to explain, even if it is a piss poor excuse. “It wasn’t like I stopped loving you, but it was like something would not let me acknowledge it. I tried to think of you. I tried to think about anything other than Emily and I couldn’t. It would not let me.”

He reaches out for her, his hands hovering over her arms for a moment before he gently grabs her. She lets him. She looks him dead in the eyes as he rubs his thumb over her shoulders. She tries not to tremble. She tries not to let it show just how much she has missed something so simple.

“But it is gone, Leah,” Sam repeats, “And the second it was, it was like I was suddenly flooded with everything I’ve ever held back. My love for you is still there.”

His hands slide down to hers, and he cusps them gently before raising them to his chest. His hand on her wrist, he puts her palm to his chest, “ Still here.”

She can feel the warmth radiating from his skin, and feel the way his heart is beating rapidly.

“And I know you still love me,” Sam continues more cheekily. He thinks back to what she said in her anger, the slip of her tongue, “You just admitted it.”

“I do,” she admits softly, if a bit begrudgingly. “But I can not trust you. Imprint or not, you left me.”

Sam breathes out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers. Her palm still rests on his chest, becoming trapped between them as he wraps his arms around her.

“I know,” he whispers, “But I want to earn that trust back, if you’ll let me.”

“You have one more chance,” Leah concedes, “ One.”

Sam holds her close, taking in the way that she feels in his arms. She still fits in his arms like always. She still leans her head on him the way she always has.

“One more chance is all I need.”

Part VI - NSFW / Explicit (Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex)

The pack is surprisingly understanding as Leah and Sam come forward with their relationship. Paul is the most unhappy about it, but he keeps most of his bitching to himself. The imprints are a little less thrilled, but Leah starts to warm up to them more without Emily’s hovering presence. They understand that she is not an imprint, but they accept her more as a member of the pack and as a fellow partner to a wolf. She finds herself becoming more of a big sister, if a bit of a crass one. The imprints take to her more when they realize that unlike their wolf boyfriends, she refuses to mince her words and will tell them everything that is going on without worry. Leah starts to understand why Bella had come to her for advice after the battle more, and surprisingly Leah starts to enjoy this new role as a brutally honest confidant.

With the dynamics so fundamentally different, they all seem to find a new happy normal. One that is different, but seemingly better.

The elders, however, are not happy, but they learn to accept Sam and Leah’s engagement.

Sam did a lot of research, with help from Sue, and he was able to argue that there are well-hidden legends of an imprint breaking, yet he could not find a single trace of a second imprint ever occurring. Leah feels comfort in the fact that her mother helped them so much by trying so hard to find anything to help them prove their case. A case that is only happening due to Sam’s status as the alpha and leader; Leah is acutely aware that they would not care as much if it had been any other pack member.

It takes time, but they are quelled over with the understanding that Sam will not imprint again and Leah admits that she is too. There is some consensus among the elders of what would happen if Leah were to imprint, the fact that she is the only female wolf in their history, they can not even be sure that she would.

She knows, deep down, that she won’t. She never felt the need to go look for her imprint like the others, nor has she felt hollow or like one half of a whole without one. She feels complete.

She looks at Sam, as he bows his head between her legs, his hands gripping her thighs. She feels more than just complete. She lets out a breathy moan, leaning her head back as her hands claw at the sheets.

Sam whispers worship between her thighs as he devours her sweet spot. His tongue laps at her, dipping in and out of her entrance before switching to tease along her folds. He places kisses around her entrance before starting to suck gently at her clit, making her twitch.

He glances up at her briefly with a wicked smile, his fingers going to her entrance.

“Are you going to ask nicely,” he teases as he traces his fingers along her folds. He loves feeling how wet she is.

“ Fuck,” she growls, “Just finger me already!”

He laughs at her snappy voice, knowing she is starting to get frustrated. He obliges with her demands, one finger sliding into her with ease. She lets out a low groan as he curls his finger inside of her. He watches her writhe as he starts to pump his finger in and out of.

She claws at his wrist desperately, her toes curling with ecstasy. It seems like this is all they have done since getting back together yet she can not get enough. Neither can he. Sam can not even think about what it was like with Emily, but it was not like this. He missed Leah.

He knows Leah. He missed the way she did things, missed the way she felt, the way she sounded, the things she liked. He is relishing the fact that he can have her again.

He starts to pick up the pace as he slides in with a second finger. He adjusts his potion to be more beside her as he takes her down to the base of his fingers. He holds her close to him as she wiggles in his grasp.

He loves the way he can feel her around his fingers. He loves that he can still make her this slick for him, still turn her on so much that she opens for him with ease. He knows that she is starting to get close from the way she twitches her legs, the way she writhes. He wants her to finish for him.

“Cum for me,” he whispers into her ear, “Cum around my fingers then I’ll give you what you really want.”

Leah melts, the coil in her gut tightening before it releases. She lets out a loud sigh as her climax washes over her, her walls tightening around his digits. Sam just smirks as he removes his fingers from her, not caring that they are covered with her slick.

“Are you ready for me,” he asks gently as he starts to move on top of her.

Leah can only nod, the breath knocked out of her as her mind is clouded by lust. She reaches down, her hands clasping around his cock. Sam shivers at the way her fingernails scrape along his shaft, but he lets her guide him to her entrance as they get comfortable.

She removes her hands to wrap them around his neck as he slides into her, the two of them letting out a long groan at the sensation. His cock twitches inside of her as he only slides in the tip. He slides it out and slowly enters again. He repeats it a few times, each time sliding deeper and deeper until finally she takes him down to the base of his cock.

They take a moment to stay like that, comfortable in each other’s arms, as they adjust to the feeling of being completely surrounded by one another. Leah can feel herself stretch around him, letting out soft, controlled breaths. Sam’s hands grip the sheets tightly beside her head as he leans forward to press kisses to her neck.

He whispers sweet words to her as he slowly slides himself out. She gasps when he slams himself back into her with more force. Sam grunts as he starts to form a rhythm. In and out, in and out. He pulls his cock almost all the way out before slamming into her pussy, groaning each time he hears her gasp.

She quakes with each thrust, her legs wrapping around his waist, desperate to get him as deep as possible. Her nails start to dig into his back, but she does not quite dare to break skin.

“Sam,” she whimpers as he thrusts into her, before repeating his name again. “ Sam! Oh fuck.”

She whines and curses under her breath, her mind foggy. All she can think of is how she feels. How he feels as he slams into her.

“ Harder,” she begs. “Don’t go easy on me.”

Something snaps inside of him as the wolf realizes that he does not have to hold back. Leah is not an imprint, she is another wolf. She can take him at full force and he does not have to worry about hurting her; he loves her, he still worries some, but not enough to stop him.

He lets out a low growl beside her ear as he starts to nip at her, nibbling at every inch of skin he can reach.

“Tell me how much you want it,” Sam orders, but he knows that he still gives her a choice, not forcing her to do so. He wants her to choose to tell him. He wants her to want to tell him.

His thrusts become hard and fast. The bed frame underneath starts to snap away, but neither of them care much. He stops holding back. His thrusts become erratic, and more inhuman, at a force and speed a normal man would not be capable of.

He enjoys the way that she still gasps each time that the base of his cock hits her clit. Her tits start to bounce as her body shakes with the force of his thrusts.

“I want it,” Leah breathes out, “I want you. I love you.”

Sam’s hands go to her breasts, unable to resist the temptation any longer. His fingers start to play with her nipples, squeezing them and gently twisting them to see the way she writhes.

“I love you too,” Sam whispers, kissing her neck. “Now tell me again how much you want me.”

Leah whines. Sam’s hands grasp more roughly at her breasts, squeezing them tightly in his palms as he thrusts into her. He can feel the way her walls start to tighten around him, the way his cock twitches inside of her, desperate to finish.

He starts to groan, his voice starting to turn more desperate, “Please, Leah, tell me what you want.”

“I want you to finish inside of me,” Leah gently puts a hand to his face, even as her body quivers at each thrust. Sam kisses her palm, before letting out a low groan. “I want all of you, Sam.”

Who is he to deny her what she wants after all this time?

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